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COMPILED   BY 


Rev.  STEPHEN  PARKS, 

OP  THE  TEOY  OONFEREKCE. 


N^txj-f  0rk: 

PUBLISHED  BY  CAELTON  &  PORTER, 

TBACT  BOCIETT  OF  THE  METHODIST  EPISCOPAL  CmjKCH, 
200  MITLBEERY-STKEET. 

1856. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1856, 

BY  CAKLTON  &  PORTER, 

in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  South- 
ern District  of  New-York. 


EDITOR'S  PREFACE. 


Every  Cliurch  needs  a  social  hymn 
book.  Standard  collections  of  sacred 
hymns,  for  public  worship,  must  be  ad- 
justed to  a  stern  and  elevated  literary 
taste.  They  contain,  of  course,  excellent 
devotional  hymns,  and  can  never  be  su- 
perseded ;  but  there  is  a  demand  univer- 
sally felt  for  something  additional,  which, 
in  simplicity  and  freeness,  shall  speak  out 
the  religious  sentiment  of  all  classes, 
without  responding  to  a  severe  and  ex- 
acting criticism. 

Methodism  sings  in  its  heart.  The 
spirit-harmonies  of  a  free  and  a  full  salva- 
tion would  make  hymns  and  tunes  if  there 
were  none.  The  outgushing  joys  of  the 
inner  life  express  themselves  in  the  sim- 
ple, famihar  strains  of  native  melody,  and 


4  EDITOR  S    PREFACE. 

though  they  do  not  reject  the  highest 
styles  of  correctness  and  elegance,  they 
give  paramount  influence  to  pathos  and 
spiritual  power. 

To  meet  this  demand,  and  perhaps  to 
take  advantage  of  it,  individuals  have 
published  numerous  social  hymn  books 
for  the  use  of  the  Methodist  Episcopal 
Church,  but  they  have  generally  given 
currency  to  a  light  and  irreverent  style  of 
singing,  tending  to  vitiate  the  taste,  and 
dissipate  rather  than  inspire  true  devotion. 

We  have  therefore  deemed  a  choice 
selection  of  social  hymns,  avoiding  the 
esxtremes  of  a  severe  literary  standard, 
and  of  undue  levity,  but  giving  free  ut- 
terance to  the  feelings  of  a  living  evan- 
gelical piety,  a  desideratum  in  our 
Church ;  and  we  believe  it  well  supplied 
in  this  beautiful  hymn  book,  compiled  by 
a  brother  of  good  taste,  and  sent  out 
under  the  auspices  of  the  Tract  Society. 

Jesse  T.  Peck. 
New- York,  May,  1856. 


TOPICAL  ARRANGEMENT. 


Depeavity. 


Jesus  Christ. 


PAGE. 

T 

I" His  Birth 10 

1  Sufferings  and  Death 13 

-!  Eesurrection 25 

Character  and  Offices 26 

LEeign.... 87 

Holy  Spirit 41 

Free  Salvatiox 44 

Appeals  to  the  Unconverted 56 

Repentance  and  Faith 88 

Justification,  Adoption,  and  Witness  op  the 

Spirit 112 

Love 125 

Humility 129 

Faith 130 

Peace  and  Joy ' 134 

Gentleness 140 

E?fesignation 142 

Courage  and  Decision 145 

[Hope 149 

Growth  in  Grace  and  Entire  Sanctifioation.  156 

Praise ?  .^•^- 16T 

■VVatchfulness  and  Praye^;"* ,._.'. • VllJ^v*' 


Christian  Graces. 


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6         TOPICAL  AERANGEMENT. 

PAOB. 

fA  Warfare 191 

Emblems  of  Cheis-  J  ^  Pilgrimage 193 

TiAN  Life.  1  A  Eace 206 

lA  Voyage 207 

f  Affliction 212 

VicissmTDEs    OP      ^1  Temptation 217 

CHKI8TIAN  Life.     iQMAge 220 

Vanity  of  Eaeth  and  Valfe  of  Eeligion 223 

Unfaithfulness  and  Backsliding 242 

Death  op  the  Christian 250 

Death  in  General 261 

Eesueeection 268 

Judgment 270 

Heaven 274 

Gexeeal  Peayek-Meeting 297 

MissiONAET  Peatee-Meeting 311 

Sunday-School  Peayee-Meeting 385 

Class-Meeting 341 

Family  Woeship 350 

Declension  and  Eettval , 858 

DoxoLooiES 368 


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H  Y  M  I  S, 


NATURAL  DEPRAVITY. 

1  L.  M. 

Original  and  actual  Sin. 

LORD,  we  are  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean ; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  his  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death ; 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
But  we're  defiled  in  every  part. 

3  Behold,  we  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
Our  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  us  clean ; 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

•i  Nor  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 


8  NATURAL    DEPRAVITY. 

5  Jesus,  thy  blood,  thy  blood  alone, 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  us  white  as  snow, 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  us  so. 

6  While  guilt  disturbs  and  breaks  our  peace, 
Nor  flesh  nor  soul  hath  rest  or  ease ; 
Lord,  let  us  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  make  these  broken  hearts  rejoice. 

2  C.  M. 

Totally  diseased. 

WHILE  dead  in  trespasses  I  lie. 
Thy  quick'ning  Spirit  give ; 
Call  me,  thou  Son  of  God,  that  I 
May  hear  thy  voice,  and  live. 

2  While  full  of  anguish  and  disease, 
My  weak,  distemper'd  soul 

Thy  love  compassionately  sees ; 
O  let  it  make  me  whole ! 

3  Cast  out  thy  foes,  and  let  them  still 
To  Jesus'  name  submit : 

Clothe  with  thy  righteousness,  and  heal, 
And  place  me  at  thy  feet. 

4  To  Jesus'  name,  if  all  things  now 
A  trembling  homage  pay, 

O  let  my  stubborn  spirit  bow, — 
My  stiff-neck'd  will  obey. 


NATUEAL    DEPRAVITY. 

5  I  know  in  thee  all  fullness  dwells, 
And  all  for  wretched  man  ; 

Fill  every  want  my  spirit  feels. 
And  break  off  every  chain. 


3 


S.  M. 
Dead  in  trespasses  and  sins. 

HOW  helpless  nature  lies, 
Unconscious  of  her  load! 
The  heart  unchanged  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught  but  power  Divine 
The  stubborn  will  subdue? 

'Tis  thine,  eternal  Spirit,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew : 

3  The  passions  to  recall, 
And  upward  bid  them  rise ; 

To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darken'd  eyes. 

4  O  change  these  hearts  of  ours, 
And  give  them  life  divine; 

Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 


10  BIETH  OF  CHRIST. 

BIRTH   OF   CHRIST. 


4  87,  87. 

Peace  on  earth — good-will  to  men. 

HARK  !    what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  1 
Lo  !    th'  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 
Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy : 

Glory  in  the  highest,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 
Reaching  far  as  man  is  found ; 

Souls  redeem'd,  and  sins  forgiven  ! — 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed; 
Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing ; 

O  receive  whom  God  appointed, 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  him ; 
Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy; 

Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, — 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! 


BIRTH   OF  CHRIST.    "  11 

5  87,  87,  47. 

Worship  the  new-horn  Saviour. 

ANGELS,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth ; 
Ye  who  sang  creation's  story. 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth ; 
Come  and  worship, — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  king. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  fields  abiding. 
Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 

God  with  man  is  now  residing  ; 
Yonder  shines  the  infant  light : 
Come  and  worship, — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  king. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 
Brighter  visions  beam  afar ; 

Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations ; 
Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star ; 
Come  and  worship, — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  king. 

4  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending, 
Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 

Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  his  temple  shall  appear ; 
Come  and  worship, — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  king. 


12  *     BIETH   OF   CHEIST. 

5  Sinners,  wrung-  with  true  repentance, 
Doom'd  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 

Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, — 
Mercy  calls  you, — break  your  chains: 
Come  and  worship, — 

"Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  king. 

g  11  10,  11  10. 

The  star  in  the  East. 

BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of 
the  morning. 
Dawn    on    our  darkness,    and   lend    us 
thine  aid  ; 
St^r  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
^ide    where   the    infant   Redeemer  is 
laid. 

2  Cold,  on  his  cradle,  the  dew-drops  are 

shining; 
Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall; 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining, — 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  biro.,   in  costly   de- 

votion, 
Odors  of  Eden,  and  ofF'rings  divine  ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the 
ocean, 
Myrrh   from    the  forest,  and   gold  from 
the  mine  1 


DEATH  OF  CHKIST.  13 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation ; 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favor  secure ; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration ; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 


SUFFERINGS  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST. 


7  ii's. 

Christ  in  the  Garden. 

¥HILE  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness 
to  rest, 
The  last  beams  of  daylight  shone  dim  in 

the  west ; 
O'er  fields  by  the  moonlight,  to  lonely  re- 
treat, 
In  deep  meditation,  I  wander'd  to  weep. 

2  While  passing  a  garden  I  paused  to  hear, 
A  voice  faint  and  plaintive,  from  one  that 

was  there  ; 
The  voice  of  the  sufTrer  affected  my  heart, 
While  pleading  in  anguish   the   poor  sin- 
ner's part. 

3  I  listen'd  a  moment,  then  turn'd  me  to 

see 
What    man   of  compassion   this  stranger 
might  be  ! 


14  SUFFERINGS  AND 

I  saw  him,  low,  kneeling,  upon   the   cold 

ground, 
The  loveliest  Being  that  ever  was  found. 

4  So  deep  were    his   sorrows,  so  fervent 

his  prayers, 
That  down   o'er  his  bosom   roll'd   sweat, 

blood,  and  tears ! 
I  wept  to  behold  him  ! — I  ask'd  him  his 

name, 
He  answered, — "  'Tis  Jesus  !  from  heaven 

I  came ! 

5  "  I  am  thy  Redeemer !  For  thee  I  must 

die  ; 
The  cup  is  most  bitter,  but  cannot  pass  by ! 
Thy  sins  like  a  mountain,  are  laid  upon  me  ; 
And  all  this  deep  anguish  I  suffer  for  thee." 

6  How  sweet  was  that  moment  he  bade 

me  rejoice  I 
His  smile,  O  how  pleasant !    How  cheer- 
ing his  voice ! 
I  flew  from  the  garden  to  spread  it  abroad, 
I  shouted  Salvation !  and  Glory  to  God ! 

7  I'm    now  on    my  journey  to    mansions 

above ; 
My  soul's   full  of  glory,  of  light,  peace, 
and  love  ! 


DEATH   OF   CHKIST.  15 

1  think  of  the    garden,   the   prayers,  and 

the  tears. 
Of  that    loving    Stranger   who    banish'd 

my  fears  ! 
8  The  day  of  bright  glory  is  rolling  around, 
When,  Gabriel    descending,    the  trumpet 

shall  sound  ; 
My  soul  then  in  raptures  of  glory  shall  rise 
To  gaze  on  the  Stranger  with  unclouded 

eyes. 

8  p.  M. 

Kedron. 

THOU    sweet   gliding    Kedron,    by  thy 
silver  streams. 
Our   Saviour    at    midnight,  when    moon- 
light's pale  beams 
Shone   bright   on   the  waters,   would  fre- 
quently stray, 
And  lose,  in  thy  murmurs,  the  toils  of  the  day. 

2  How  damp  were  the  vapors  that  fell  on 

his  head ! 
How  hard  was  his  pillow,  how  humble  his 

bed! 
The   angels,   astonish'd,  grew  sad  at  the 

sight, 
And   followed   their  Master   with   solemn 

delight. 


16  SUFFERINGS  AND 

3  OGarden  of  Olives,  thou  dear  honor'd  spot, 
The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  forgot; 
The   theme  most  transporting  to  seraphs 

above  ; 
The  triumph  of  sorrow,  the  triumph  of  love. 

4  Come,    saints,  and    adore   him ;    come, 

bow  at  his  feet ! 
0,  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet; 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the 

skies. 

9  C.  M. 

His  amazing  love. 

PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair. 
We  wretched  sinners  lay. 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

The  Lamb,  the  Lamb,  the  loving  Lamb, 
The  Lamb  on  Calvary ; 

The  Lamb  was  slain,  but  lives  again, 
To  intercede  for  me. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  peace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and  (0,  amazing  love !) 

He  flew  to  our  relief. 
The  Lamb,  &c. 


DEATH  OF  CHRIST.  17 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 
With  joyful  haste  he  fled ; 

Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
The,  Lamb,  &c. 

4  O  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break  ; 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 
The  Lamb,  &c. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys ; 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 

But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes. 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 
The  Lambi  &c. 

10  C.  M. 

Godly  sorrow  at  the  cross, 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  1 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

Remember  me,  remember  me, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me  ; 
Remember,  Lord,  thy  dying  groans^ 
Arid  then  remember  me. 
2 


18-  SUFFERINGS  AND 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree? 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 
Remember  me,  &c. 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 
Rememher  me,  &c. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 
While  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 
Rememher  me,  &c. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, — 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 
Rememher  me,  &c. 

IX  4  line  7s. 

Calvary. 

¥HEN  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend,  in  m.ajesty, 
To  proclaim  his  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  wdth  awe. 


DEATH  OF  CHEIST.  19 

2  When,  in  ecstasy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb, 
At  the  too  transporting  light. 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest. 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  forever  stay, — 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away ; 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me. 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary. 

12  L.  M. 

Love  which  passeth  knowledge. 

OF  Him  who  did  salvation  bring 
I  could  forever  think  and  sing; 
Arise,  ye  needy,— he'll  relieve  ; 
Arise,  ye  guilty,— he'll  forgive. 

2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo,  'tis  given  ; 
Ask,  and  He  turns  your  hell  to  heaven  : 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  To  shame  our  sins  he  blush'd  in  blood ; 
He  closed  his  eyes  to  show  us  God : 
Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know, 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 


fiO  SUFFERINGS  AND 

4  'Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 
shed  my  tears,  and  make  my  moan ; 

Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
meet  the  object  of  my  love. 

5  Insatiate  to  this  spring  I  fly ; 

1  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry : 

Ah!  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof? 
Ah !  who  that  loves,  can  love  enough "? 

13  8s  &  7s. 

Sitting  by  the  cross. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing. 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 
Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing. 

With  my  tears  His  feet  I'll  bathe  ; 
Still  in  faith  and  hope  abiding. 
Life  deriving  from  His  death. 

2  O  how  blessed  is  the  station! 

Low  before  the  cross  I'll  lie. 
While  I  see  Divine  compassion 

Pleading  in  the  Victim's  eye. 
Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing, 

Mercy  streaming  in  His  blood  ; 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedeAving, 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 


DEATH  OF  CHRIST.  21 

14  87,87,47. 
It  is  finished. 

HARK !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy- 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary; 
See !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 
Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky ; 

It  is  iinish'd  : 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  It  is  finish'd !    0  what  pleasure 
Do  those  precious  words  afford ! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord  : 

It  is  finish'd : 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs ; 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme; 

All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  ; 

It  is  finish'd  : 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb! 

15  CM. 

The  Cross. 

IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unawed  by  shame  or  fear. 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 


^ 


SUFFERINGS  AND 


2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  iix'd  His  languid  eyes  on  me. 

As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

S  Sure  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look ; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 

Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 
An4  plunged  me  in  despair ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas !  I  knew  not  what  I  did : 
But  now  my  tears  are  vain  ; 

Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

7  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays, 
In  all  its  blackest  hue. 

Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace. 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 


DEATH   OF    CHRIST.  23 

8  With  pleasing  grief,  and  mournful  joy, 

My  spirit  now  is  fill'd ; 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 

Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 

16  C.  M. 

Efficacy  of  the  atoning  blood. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood. 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 

And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb !  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power. 

Till  all  the  ransom'd  Church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue, 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


24  DEATH  OF    CHRIST. 

17  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

I  sing  of  Calvary. 

DOWN  from  the  willow  bough 
My  slumbering  harp  I'll  take, 
And  bid  its  silent  strings 
To  heavenly  themes  awake  : 
How  peaceful  should  its  breathings  be, 
Dear  Saviour,  when  I  sing  of  thee ! 

2  Love,  Love  on  earth  appears ! 
The  wretched  throng  his  way  ; 

He  beareth  all  their  griefs. 
And  wipes  their  tears  away : 
How  soft  and  sweet  the  strains  should  be, 
Whene'er  I  sing  of  Calvary ! 

3  He  saw  me,  as  he  pass'd. 
In  hopeless  sorrow  lie, 

Condemn'd  and  doom'd  to  death. 
And  no  salvation  nigh  : 
O,  long  and  loud  the  strain  should  be. 
Whene'er  I  sing  his  love  to  me! 

4  "  I  die  for  thee,"  he  said ; 
Behold  the  cross  arise! 

And  lo !  He  bows  his  head, 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies! 
Soft,  soft,  my  harp,  thy  breathings  bt, 
Here  let  me  weep  on  Calvary. 


EESUKRECTION  OF  CHRIST.      25 

5  He  lives !  again  he  lives ! 

I  hear  the  voice  of  Love  ; 

He  comes  to  soothe  my  fears, 

And  draw  my  soul  above : 

0  joyful  now  the  strain  should  be, 

When  thus  I  sing  of  Calvary ! 


RESUMECTION  OF  CHRIST. 


18  7s. 

Mary  at  the  Sepulcher. 

MARY  to  the  Saviour's  tomb, 
Hasted  at  the  early  dawn ; 
Spice  she  brought,  and  rich  perfume, 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  had  gone; 
For  a  while  she  lingering  stood, 

Fill'd  with  sorrow  and  surprise. 
Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood 

Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 
2  But  her  sorrows  quickly  fled 

When  she  heard  His  welcome  voice  ; 
Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead — 

Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice. 
What  a  change  his  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day  ; 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake. 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 


26  CHARACTER  AND 

3  He  who  came  to  comfort  her, 

When  she  thought  her  all  was  lost, 
Will  for  your  relief  appear. 

Though  you  now  are  tempest  toss'd. 
On  his  arm  your  burden  cast ; 

On  his  love  your  thoughts  employ  ; 
Weeping  for  a  while  may  last ; 

But  the  morning  brings  the  joy. 


CHAEACTER  AND  OFFICES  OF  CHRIST. 


19  4  8s  &  2  6s. 

Excellency  of  Christ. 

0  COULD  I  speak  the  matchless  worth'. 
0,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 
Which  in  my  Saviour  shine ! 
I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings. 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings, 
In  notes  almost  Divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  : 
I'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears. 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne : 


OFFICES  OF  CHRIST.  27 

In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 

1  would,  to  everlasting  days, 
Make  all  his  glories  known, 

4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home. 

And  I  shall  see  his  face  : 
Then,  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  bless'd  eternity  I'll  spend. 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

20  L.  M. 

Christ,  the  Good  Physician. 

JESUS,  thy  far-extended  fame. 
My  drooping  soul  exults  to  hear ; 
Thy  Name,  thy  all-restoring  Name, 
Is  music  in,  a  sinner's  ear. 

2  Sinners  of  old  thou  didst  receive. 
With  comfortable  words  and  kind  ; 

Their  sorrows  cheer,  their  wants  relieve, 
Heal  the  diseased,  and  cure  the  blind. 

3  And  art  thou  not  the  Saviour  still. 
In  every  place  and  age  the  same? 

Hast  thou  forgot  thy  gracious  skill. 
Or  lost  the  virtue  of  thy  name  ? 

4  Faith  in  thy  changeless  name  I  have ; 
The  good,  the  kind  Physician,  thou 

Art  able  now  our  souls  to  save. 
Art  willing  to  restore  them  now. 


28  CHABACTER  AND 

^1  8  lines  7s. 

The  only  Refuge. 

JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none ; 
Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 

Leave,  O  leave  me  not  alone ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenseless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want : 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find ; 

Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind : 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 

1  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
False,  and  full  of  sin,  I  am ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 


OFFICES  OF  CHRIST.  29 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found — 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart ; 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

22  CM. 

His  sympathizing  love. 

WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 

He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  He  hath  felt  the  same. 

3  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 
Pour'd  out  strong  cries  and  tears. 

And  in  His  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax. 
But  raise  it  to  a  flame ; 

The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 


30  CHARACTER  AND 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power  ; 
We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 

In  every  trying  hour. 

23  L-  M. 

Christ  as  a  vine,  foimtain,  rocJc,  star,  sun. 
C\  0  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet, 
VX    See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet ; 
The  whole  creation  can  afford 
But  some  faint  shadows  of  my  Lord. 

2  Is  he  a  vine  ?     His  heav'nly  root 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit ; 

0  let  a  lasting  union  join 

My  soul,  the  branch,  to  Christ,  the  vine. 

3  Is  he  a  fountain?  there  1  bathe, 
And  heal  the  plagues  of  sin  and  death ; 
The  waters  all  my  soul  renew. 

And  cleanse  my  spotted  garments  too. 

4  Is  he  a  rock  ?  how  firm  he  proves  ? 
The  Rock  of  Ages  never  moves ; 
Hence  copious  streams  descend  and  flow, 
To  cheer  us  all  our  journey  through. 

5  Is  he  a  star?  he  breaks  the  night, 
Piercing  the  shades  with  dawning  light-, 

1  know  his  glories  from  afar, 

I  know  the  bright,  the  morning  star. 


OFFICES  OF  CHKIST.  31 

6  Is  he  a  sun  ?    His  beams  are  grace, 
His  course  is  joy  and  righteousness : 
Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears, 

To  chase  their  gloom,  to  quell  their  fears. 

7  O  let  me  climb  those  higher  skies, 
Where  storms  and  darkness  never  rise : 
There  he  displays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 
And  shines  and  reigns  th'  incarnate  God. 

24  7s  &  6s. 

The  great  Physician. 

HOW  lost  was  my  condition. 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 

Can  save  a  ruin'd  soul : 
Nigh  unto  death  he  found  me. 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
To  show  to  all  around  me 
His  wond'rous  pow'r  to  save. 

2  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith. 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us. 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
Then  come  to  this  Physician, 

For  life  he'll  freely  give  ; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition  : 

'Tis  only— LOOK,  and  live  ! 


82  CHARACTER  AND 

25  C.  M. 

Jesus  Christ. 

JESUS,  the  Name  high  over  all 
In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky  : 
Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 
And  devils  fear  and  fly. 

2  Jesus,  the  Name  to  sinners  dear — 
The  name  to  sinners  given ; 

It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear  ; 
It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

3  Jesus  the  pris'ner's  fetters  breaks, 
And  bruises  Satan's  head  ; 

Power  into  strengthless  souls  he  speaks, 
And  life  into  the  dead. 

4  O  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 
The  riches  of  his  grace  ; 

The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me. 
Would  all  mankind  embrace. 

26  c.  M. 

The  living  waters. 

AT  Jacob's  well  a  stranger  sought 
His  drooping  frame  to  cheer ; 
Samaria's  daughter  little  thought 
That  Jacob's  God  was  near. 


OFFICES   OF  CHRIST.  33 

2  This  had  she  known,  her  fainting  mind 
For  richer  draughts  had  sigh'd ; 

Nor  had  Messiah,  ever  kind, 
Those  richer  draughts  denied. 

3  The  man  who  came  on  earth  to  die, 
How  few  appear  to  know ! 

The  friend  of  sinners,  passing  by, 
Is  still  esteem'd  a  foe. 

4  The  sinner  must  the  stranger  know, 
Or  soon  his  loss  deplore  ; 

Behold  !  the  living  waters  flow ; 
Come — drink,  and  thirst  no  more. 

27  lis  &  8s. 

The  Beloved  of  Zion. 

OTHOU  in  whose  presence    my  soul 
takes  delight. 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call. 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the 
night. 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noontide  resort  with 
thy  sheep. 
To  feed  in  the  pasture  of  love  1 
For  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I 
weep. 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove? 
3 


M  CHARACTER  AND 

3  0  why  should   I  wander  an  alien   from 

thee, 
Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  1 
Thy  foes   will   rejoice  when   my  sorrows 
they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you 

seen, 
The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone  1 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone  ? 

5  His  voice  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer 

sweet, 
Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death  ; 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 

6  His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness 

flow, 
To  water  the  gardens  of  grace  ; 
From  which   their  salvation   the  Gentiles 

shall  know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

7  Love  sits   in  his   eyelids,  and  scatters 

delight 
Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high  ; 
Their  faces  the  cherubim  vail  in  his  sight, 
And  tremble  with  fullness  of  joy. 


OFFICES  OF  CHRIST.  35 

8  He  looks,  and  ten  thousand  of  angels  rejoice, 
And  myriads  wait  for  his  word ; 

He  speaks,  and  eternity,  fill'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

28  L.  M. 

A  poor,  wayfaring  Man  of  Grief. 

A  POOR,  wayfaring  man  of  grief 
Hath  often  cross'd  me  on  my  way. 
Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief. 
That  I  could  never  answer  Nay. 

1  had  not  power  to  ask  his  name, 
Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  came ; 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 

2  Once,  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 
He  enter'd ;  not  a  word  he  spake ; 

Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread, 

I  gave  him  all ;  he  bless' d  it,  brake, 
And  ate,  but  gave  me  part  again. 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then  ; 
And  while  I  fed,  with  eager  haste,    . 
The  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 

3  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 
Clear  from  the  rock;   his  strength  was 

gone ; 
The  heedless  water  mock'd  his  thirst ; 
He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on. 


36  OFFICES  OF  CHRIST. 

I  ran  and  raised  the  sufferer  up ; 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drained  my  cup  ; 
Dipp'd,  and  return'd  it  running  o'er ; 
I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more. 

4  'Twas  night.     The  floods  were  out ;  it 
blew 

A  wintry  hurricane  aloof; 
I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 

To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof. 
T  warm'd,  I  clothed,  I  cheer'd  my  guest, 
Laid  him  on  mine  own  couch  to  rest ; 
Then  made  the  earth  my  bed,  and  seem'd 
In  Eden's  garden  while  I  dream'd. 

6  Stripp'd,  wounded,  beaten,  nigh  to  death, 

I  found  him  by  the  highway  side  ; 
I  roused  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath, 

Revived  his  spirit,  and  supplied 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment ;  he  was  heal'd. 
I  had  myself  a  wound  conceal'd, 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart. 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 

6  In  pris'n  I  saw  him  next,  condemn'd 
To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn  ; 

The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemm'd, 
And  honor'd  him  'mid  shame  and  scorn. 


EEIGN  OF  CHRIST.  37 

My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  ask'd  if  I  for  him  would  die. 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill, 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "I  will!" 

7  Then,  in  a  moment,  to  my  view. 
The  stranger  started  from  disguise  ; 

The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew — 
My  Saviour  stood  before  my  eyes ! 

He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  named, 

"  Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed ; 

These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be ; 

Fear  not,  thou  didst  it  unto  me." 


REIGN  OF  CHRIST. 


29  8s  &  7s. 

Christ  the  Lamh,  enthroned  and  worshiped. 

HARK,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices, 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above- 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices  ; 

Jesus  reigns  the  God  of  love  : 
See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne  ; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 
Halleluiah,  halleluiah  ! 
Halleluiah  I     Amen. 


38        eeig:^-  of  Christ. 

2  Jesus  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 
All  above,  and  gives  it  worth  ; 

Lord  of  life — thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers,  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth  : 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 

Halleluiah,  halleluiah  1 
Halleluiah !     Amen. 

3  King  of  glory,  reign  forever — 
Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 

Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those    whom    thou    hast    made    thine 
own, 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 

Halleluiah,  halleluiah  ! 
Halleluiah  I     Amen. 

4  Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing  ; 
Bring,  0  bring  the  glorious  day, 

When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ; 
Then,  with  golden  harps  we'll  sing, 
"  Glory,  glory  to  our  King  I" 

Halleluiah,  halleluiah  I 
Halleluiah !     Amen. 


EEIGN   OF   CHRIST.  39 

30  76,  76,  76,  76. 

The  glory  of  His  kingdom. 

HAIL,  to  the  Lord's  anointed, 
Great  David's  greater  Son ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 
His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression — 

To  set  the  captive  free  ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 
And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes  with  succor  speedy 
To  those  who  suffer  wrong ; 

To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 
And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 

To  give  them  songs  for  sighing — 
Their  darkness  turn  to  light — 

Whose  souls,  condemn'd  and  dying, 
Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  descend  like  showers 
Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 

And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 
Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  : 

Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 
Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go, 

And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 
From  hill  to  valley  fl[ow. 


40  KEIGN  OF  CHRIST. 

4  To  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove  ; 
His  name  shall  stand  forever  ; 

That  name  to  us  is  Love. 

31  p.  M. 

The  Prince  of  Salvation. 

THE  Prince  of  Salvation  in  triumph  is 
riding, 
And  glory  attends  him  along  his  bright 
way  ; 
The  news  of  his  grace  on  the  breezes  is 
gliding, 
And  nations  are  owning  his  sway. 

2  Ride  on  in  thy  greatness,  thou  conquer- 
ing Saviour; 
Let  thousands  of  thousands  submit  to 
thy  reign  ; 
Acknowledge   thy  goodness,    entreat   for 
thy  favor, 
And  follow  thy  glorious  train. 


HOLY    SPIRIT.  41 

3  Then    loud     shall    ascend    from    each 
sanctified  nation 
The  voice  of  thanksgiving,  the  chorus 
of  praise  ; 
And  heaven  shall  echo  the  song  of  salvation, 
In  rich  and  harmonious  lays. 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 


32  87,  87,  87,  87. 

Guide  and  Comforter. 

HOLY  Spirit !  Fount  of  blessing, 
Ever  w^atchful,  ever  kind  ; 
Thy  celestial  aid  possessing, 

Prison'd  souls  deliv'rance  find. 
Seal  of  truth,  and  bond  of  union, 

Source  of  light,  and  flame  of  love, 
Symbol  of  divine  communion, 

In  the  olive-bearing  dove ; 
2  Heavenly  Guide  from  paths  of  error, 

Comforter  of  minds  distress'd — 
When  the  billows  fill  with  terror, 

Pointing  to  an  ark  of  rest  : 
Promised  Pledge  !  eternal  Spirit  ! 

Greater  than  all  gifts  below — 
May  our  hearts  thy  grace  inherit ; 

May  our  lips  thy  glories  show. 


42  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

33  87,  87. 

The  Source  of  Consolation. 

HOLY  Ghost !  dispel  our  sadness  ; 
Pierce  the  clouds  of  nature's  night ; 
Come,  thou  Source  of  joy  and  gladness. 
Breathe  thy  life,  and  spread  thy  light. 

2  Hear,  O  hear  our  supplication, 
Blessed  Spirit !  God  of  peace  ! 

Rest  upon  this  congregation 
With  the  fullness  of  thy  grace. 

3  Author  of  our  new  creation. 
May  we  all  thine  influence  prove  ; 

Make  our  souls  thy  habitation — 
Shed  abroad  the  Saviour's  love. 

4  Source  of  sweetest  consolation, 
Breathe  thy  peace  on  all  below  ; 

Bless,  O  bless  this  congregation  ; 
'  On  each  soul  thy  grace  bestow. 

34  L.  M. 

Quickening  gales  of  the  Spirit. 

AT  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home. 
To  thee  I  cry,  "  0  Spirit,  come !" 
Celestial  breeze,  no  longer  stay, 
i3ut  swell  my  sails  and  speed  my  way. 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  43 

2  Fain  would  I  feel  the  Spirit  move, 
In  breathings  of  celestial  love  ; 
And  while  I  spread  my  feeble  sails, 
O  send  thy  gentle,  quick'ning  gales  ! 


0 


35  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

Pleading  the  promise. 

THOU  that  hearest  prayer, 
Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
And  let  thy  servants  share 
Thy  blessing  from  on  high : 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word ; 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord  ! 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 
Their  children  when  they  cry  ; 

If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  children's  wants  supply ; 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father,  thou ; 
We,  children  of  thy  grace  ; 

O  let  thy  Spirit  now 
Descend  and  fill  the  place  ; 
That  all  may  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 


44  FREE  SALVATION. 

FREE   SALVATION. 


36  8  lines  8s. 

The  fountain  of  living  toater. 

A  FOUNTAIN  of  life  and  of  grace 
In  Christ,  our  Redeemer,  we  see : 
For  us,  who  his  offers  embrace, 

For  all,  it  is  open  and  free  : 
Jehovah  himself  doth  invite 

To  drink  of  his  pleasures  unknown  : 
The  streams  of  immortal  delight, 

That  flow  from  his  heavenly  throne. 
2  As  soon  as  in  him  we  believe. 

By  faith  of  his  Spirit  we  take : 
And,  freely  forgiven,  receive 

The  mercy  for  Jesus's  sake  I 
We  gain  a  pure  drop  of  his  love; 

The  life  of  eternity  know  ; 
Angelical  happiness  prove, 

And  witness  a  heaven  below. 

37  c.  M. 

The  Gospel  feast. 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  Gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 


FREE  SALVATION.  45 

2  Ho !   all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 
That  feed  upon  the  wind. 

And  vainly  strive  M-ith  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  Wisdom  hath  prepared 
A  soul-reviving  feast, 

And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams. 
And  pine  away  and  die. 

Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 
In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 

Salvation  in  abundance  flows. 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

38  L.  M. 

The  Gospel  feast. 

COME,  sinners,  to  the  Gospel  feast; 
Let  every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest : 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 
2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call; 
The  invitation  is  to  all! 
Come  all  the  world  !  come,  sinner,  thou  ! 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 


46  FEEE  SALVATION. 

3  Come,  all  ye  souls  by  sin  oppress'd, 
Ye  restless  wand'rers  after  rest ; 

Ye  poor,  and  maim'd,  and  halt,  and  blind, 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  My  message  as  from  God  receive ; 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live ; 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain, 
Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain. 

5  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious  bleeding  sacrifice  : 

His  offer'd  benefits  embrace. 

And  freely  now  be  saved  by  grace. 

39  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

Tlie  jubilee  trumpet. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


FREE  SALVATION.  47 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God— 
The  all-atoning  Lamb  ; 

Redemption  in  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell. 
Your  liberty  receive, 

And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell. 
And  bless'd  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 
Your  heritage  above, 

Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

6  The  Gospel  trumpet  hear — 
The  news  of  heavenly  grace  ; 

And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


4S  FREE  SALVATION. 

40  p.  M. 

Mercif  s  free. 

BY  faith  I  see  my  Saviour  dying, 
On  the  tree,  on  the  tree  ; 
To  every  nation  he  is  crying, 

Look  to  me,  look  to  me  : 
He  bids  the  guilty  now^  draw  near, 
Repent,  believe,  dismiss  their  fear. 
Hark  !  hark  !  what  precious  words  I  hear, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

2  Did  Christ,  when  I  was  sin  pursuing, 
Pity  me,  pity  me  1 

And  did  he  snatch  my  soul  from  ruin. 

Can  it  be,  can  it  be  ? 
0  yes  !  he  did  salvation  bring. 
He  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 
And  now  my  happy  soul  can  sing, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

3  Jesus,  the  mighty  God,  hath  spoken 
Peace  to  me,  peace  to  me ; 

Now  all  my  chains  of  sin  are  broken, 

I  am  free,  I  am  free. 
Soon  as  I  in  his  name  believed, 
The  Holy  Spirit  I  received  ; 
And  Christ  from  death  my  soul  reprieved: 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 


FEEE  SALVATION.  49 

4  Jesus  my  weary  soul  refreshes- 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free — 

And  every  moment  Christ  is  precious 
Unto  me,  unto  me. 

None  can  describe  the  bliss  I  prove, 

While  through  this  wilderness  I  rove  ; 

All  may  enjoy  the  Saviour's  love- 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

5  This   precious   truth,  ye   sinners,  hear 
it — 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free — 
Ye  ministers  of  God,  declare  it- 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
Visit  the  heathen's  dark  abode, 
Proclaim  to  all  the  love  of  God, 
And  spread  the  glorious  news  abroad— 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

6  Long  as  I  live  I'll  still  be  crying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  fee  ; 
And  this   shall   be  my  theme  when   dy- 
ing, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free  ; 
And  when  the  vale  of  death  I've  pass'd. 
When  lodged  above  the  stormy  blast, 
I'll  sing  while  endless  ages  last, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
4 


50  FREE  SALVATION. 

41  C.  M. 

The  joyful  sound. 

SALVATION  !  O  the  joyful  sound ! 
What  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 
A  sov'reign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Salvation !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

3  Salvation !  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb ! 
To  thee  the  praise  belongs  : 

Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 
And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 

42  11, 10. 11, 10. 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

COME,    ye    disconsolate,   where'er    ye 
languish ; 
Come    to    the    mercy-seat,    fervently 
kneel ; 
Here   bring   your   wounded    hearts,  here 
tell  your  anguish  ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  can- 
not heal. 


FREE  SALVATION.  51 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  stray- 

ing, 
Hope    of    the    penitent,    fadeless    and 
pure ; 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  say- 
ing- 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  can- 
not cure. 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life  ;  see  waters 

flowing 
Forth    from    the    throne   of  God,  pure 

from  above ; 
Come  to   the  feast   of  love ;   come,  ever 

knowing — 
Earth   has   no  sorrow  but  Heaven  can 

remove. 

43  s.  M. 

And  yet  there  is  rooyn. 

YE  wretched,  starving  poor. 
Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 

For  every  humble  guest. 
2  See,  Christ,  with  open  arms, 
Invites,  and  bids  you  come  ; 
O  stay  not  back,  though  fear  alarms  ; 
For  yet  there  still  is  room. 


62  FREE  SALVATION. 

3  0  come,  and  with  us  taste 
The  blessings  of  his  love : 

While  hope  expects  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

4  There,  with  united  voice, 
Before  the  eternal  throne, 

Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstasies  unknown. 

5  Ten  thousand  thousand  more 
Are  welcome  still  to  come  : 

Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore ; 
Approach — there  yet  is  room. 

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The  voice  of  free  grace. 

THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  Escape 
to  the  mountain ; 
For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  hath  open'd 

a  fountain  : 
From    sin    and    uncleanness,    and    every 

transgression, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams  of 
salvation. 
Halleluiah   to  the  Lamh,  who  has  put' 

chased  our  pardon; 
"We  will  praise  him  again  when  we  pass 
over  Jordan. 


FREE  SALVATION.  53 

2  Now  glory  to   God  in   the   highest   is 

given ; 
Now  glory  to  God  is  re-echoed  in  heaven  ; 
Around  the  whole  earth  let  us   tell  the 

glad  story, 
And  sing  of  his  love,  his   salvation,  and 

glory. 
Halleluiah  to  the  Lamb,  <^c. 

3  O    Jesus,    ride    on,    thy    kingdom    is 

glorious ! 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  thou  wilt  make 

us  victorious : 
Thy  name  shall  be    praised  in  the  great 

congregation, 
And   saints   shall  ascribe  unto  thee  their 

salvation. 
Halleluiah  to  the  Lamb,  cSfc. 

4  When  on  Zion  we  stand,  having  gain'd 

the  bless'd  shore. 
With  our   harps    in    our   hands,  we   will 

praise  evermore  : 
We'll  range  the  bless'd  fields  on  the  banks 

of  the  river, 
And    sing    of    redemption     forever    and 
ever. 
Halleluiah  to  the  Lamb,  c^c. 


64  FREE  SALVATION. 

45  4  6s  &  2  8s 

Jubilee. 

FAIR  shines  the  morning  star ; 
The  silver  trumpets  sound, 
Their  notes  re-echoing  far, 

While  dawns  the  day  around  ; 
Joy  to  the  slave ;  the  slave  is  free ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

2  Pris'ners  of  hope,  in  gloom 
And  silence  left  to  die, 

With  Christ's  unfolding  tomb, 

Your  portals  open  fly  ; 
Rise  with  your  Lord  ;  he  sets  you  free  ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

3  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 
The  land  your  fathers  won, 

Behold  how  God  hath  wrought 

Redemption  through  his  Son  : 
Your  heritage  again  is  free. 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

4  Ye,  who  yourselves  have  sold, 
For  debts  to  justice  due, 

Ransom'd,  but  not  with  gold. 

He  gave  himself  for  you ! 
The  blood  of  Christ  hath  made  you  free  ; 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 


FEEE  SALVATION.  55 

5  Captives  of  sin  and  shame, 

O'er  earth  and  ocean,  hear 
An  angel's  voice  proclaim 

The  Lord's  accepted  year : 
Let  Jacob  rise,  be  Israel  free, 
It  is  the  year  of  jubilee. 

46  cj.  M. 

He  waiteth  to  he  gracious. 

THY  ceaseless,  unexhausted  love, 
Unmerited  and  free. 
Delights  our  evil  to  remove. 
And  help  our  misery. 

2  Thou  waitest  to  be  gracious  still ; 
Thou  dost  with  sinners  bear ; 

That,  saved,  we  may  thy  goodness  feel, 
And  all  thy  grace  declare. 

3  Thy  goodness  and  thy  truth  to  me, 
To  every  soul,  abound  ; 

A  vast,  unfathomable  sea. 
Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

4  Its  streams  the  whole  creation  reach, 
So  plenteous  is  the  store  ; 

Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
Enough  for  evermore. 


56  APPEALS  TO 

5  Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are— 
A  rock  that  cannot  move  : 

A  thousand  promises  declare 
Thy  constancy  of  love. 

6  Throughout  the  universe  it  reigns, 
Unalterably  sure  ; 

And  while  the  truth  of  God  remains, 
His  goodness  must  endure. 


APPEALS  TO  THE  UNCONVERTED. 


47  76,  76,  76,  76. 

UarlT/  Piety. 

OCOME  in  life's  gay  morning, 
Ere  in  thy  sunny  way 
The  flowers  of  hope  have  wither'd. 

And  sorrow  end  thy  day. 
Come,  w'hile  from  joy's  bright  fountain 

The  streams  of  pleasure  flow, 
Come  ere  thy  buoyant  spirits 

Have  felt  the  blight  of  woe. 
"Remember  thy  Creator" 

Now  in  thy  youthful  days. 
And  he  will  guide  thy  footsteps 

Through  life's  uncertain  maze. 


THE   UNCONVERTED.  57 

"Remember  thy  Creator," 

He  calls  in  tones  of  love, 
And  offers  deathless  glories 

In  brighter  worlds  above. 

3  And  in  the  hour  of  sadness, 

When  earthly  joys  depart, 
His  love  shall  be  thy  solace. 

And  cheer  thy  drooping  heart. 
And  when  life's  storm  is  over, 

And  thou  from  earth  art  free, 
Thy  God  will  be  thy  portion 

Throughout  eternity. 

48  76,  76,  76,  76 

Buy  the  Truth,  and  sell  it  not. 
r\  0  thou,  in  life's  fair  morning — 
VX     Go  in  the  bloom  of  youth — 
And  buy,  for  thine  adorning. 

The  precious  pearl  of  truth  : 
Secure  this  heavenly  treasure, 

And  bind  it  on  thy  heart ; 
And  let  not  worldly  pleasure 

E'er  cause  it  to  depart. 
2  Go,  while  the  day-star  shineth ; 

Go,  while  thy  heart  is  light ; 
Go,  ere  thy  strength  declineth. 

While  every  sense  is  bright : 


58  APPEALS  TO 

Sell  all  thou  hast,  and  buy  it ; 

'Tis  worth  all  earthly  things — 
Rubies,  and  gold,  and  diamonds, 

Scepters,  and  crowns  of  kings. 
3  Go,  ere  the  clouds  of  sorrow 

Steal  o'er  the  bloom  of  youth  ; 
Defer  not  till  to-morrow : 

Go  now,  and  buy  the  truth. 
Go  seek  thy  great  Creator, 

Learn  early  to  be  wise  : 
Go,  place  upon  his  altar 

A  morning  sacrifice ! 

49  8s  &  7s. 

Come,  'tis  Jesus'  Invitation. 

COME,  'tis  Jesus'  invitation. 
Now  to  mourning  souls  address'd ; 
Why,  O  why  such  hesitation  ? 
Mourners,  he  will  give  you  rest. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate  the  Saviour  ? 

Can  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms  ? 
Once  he  died  for  your  behavior, 
Now  he  calls  you  to  his  arms. 
2  Do  ye  fear  your  own  unfitness, 

Burden'd  as  ye  are  with  sin  ? 
'Tis  the  Holy  Spirit's  witness — 
Christ  invites  you,  enter  in. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 


THE  UNCONVERTED.  59 

3  He  will  give — we  ne'er  can  merit — 
Perfect  peace  and  heavenly  rest ; 

What  a  treasure  we  inherit! 

How  are  contrite  sinners  blest ! 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 

50  Ss  &  7s. 

The  Friend. 

ONE  there  is,  above  all  others, 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's. 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

Turn  to  the  Lord,  and  seek  salvation, 
Sound  the  praise  of  his  dear  name ; 

Glory,  honor,  ajid  salvation, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  1 

But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 
Turn  to  the  Lord,  &c. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 
Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name ; 

Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 
Turn  to  the  Lord,  &c. 


60  APPEALS  TO 

4  O  for  grace  our  htearts  to  soften! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love; 
We,  alas  !    forget  too  often 

What  a  friend  we  have  above. 
Turn  to  the  Lord,  &c. 

51  8  lines  7s. 

Why  will  ye  die  ? 

SINNERS,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why. 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live  ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands  ; 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands — 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  \ 

2  Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why. 
He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself,  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  ye  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  % 

Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die? 

3  Sinners,  turn ;  why  will  ye  die  % 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why. 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Urged  you  to  embrace  his  love. 


THE   UNCONVERTED.  61 

Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
O,  ye  dying-  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  ye  forever  die  ? 

52  87,  87,  87,  87, 

Youthful  consecration. 

SAVIOUR!  while  my  heart  is  tender, 
I  would  yield  that  heart  to  thee — 
All  my  powers  to  thee  surrender, 

Thine,  and  only  thine  to  be. 
Take  me  now,  Lord  Jesus!  take  me — 

Let  my  youthful  heart  be  thine  ; 
Thy  devoted  servant,  make  me — 
Fill  my  soul  with  love  Divine. 

2  Send  me,  Lord,  where  thou  wilt  send  me, 
Only  do  thou  guide  my  way  : 

May  thy  grace  through  life  attend  me — 

Gladly  then  shall  I  obey. 
Let  me  do  thy  will,  or  bear  it — 

I  would  know  no  will  but  thine  ; 
Shouldst  thou  take  my  life,  or  spare  it, 

I  that  life  to  thee  resign. 

3  May  this  solemn  dedication 
Never  once  forgotten  lie ; 

Let  it  know  no  revocation, 

Publish'd  and  confirm'd  on  high. 


62  APPEALS  TO 

Thine  I  am,  O  Lord,  forever — 

To  thy  service  set  apart ; 
Suffer  me  to  leave  thee  never  ; 

Seal  thine  image  on  mine  heart. 

53  8s. 

Will  you  go  ? 

WE'RE  traveling  home  to  heaven  above, 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love. 

Will  you  go  ?  ivill  you  go  ? 
Millions  have  reach'd  that  bless'd  abode. 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road. 
Will  you  go  1  will  you  go  ? 

2  We're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
In  rapt'rous  strains  to  praise  his  name. 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear. 
The  conq'ror's  palms  our  hands  shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaveit  we'll  share. 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

3  We're  going  to  join  the  heavenly  choir, 
To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre  ,• 
There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing, 
Hosanna  to  their  God  and  King, 

And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring. 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 


THE  UNCONVERTED.  63 

4  Ye  weary,  heavy  laden,  come, 

In  the  bless'd  house  there  still  is  room  ; 
The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive, 
If  thou  wilt  on  him  now  believe, 
He'll  give  thy  troubled  conscience  ease. 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

5  The  way  to  heaven  is  free  to  all. 
For  Jew  and  Gentile,  great  and  small , 
Make  up  your  mind,  give  God  your  heart, 
With  every  sin  and  idol  part, 

And  now  for  glory  make  a  start. 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

6  The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain, 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again  ; 

The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
"  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me," 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see. 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

7  0,  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say, 
/  will  go !  I  ivill  go ! 

ril  start  this  moment,  clear  the  way, 

Let  me  go !  Let  me  go  ! 
My  old  companions,  fare  you  well, 
I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell, 
I  mean  with  Jesus  Christ  to  dwell. 
Let  me  go !  let  me  go  I 


64  APPEALS  TO 

54  87,  87,  47. 

The  invitation. 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power  : 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing :  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome  ; 
God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 

True  belief  and  true  repentance — 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh — 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger  ; 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  : 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 
This  he  gives  you — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimmering  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 
Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 

If  you  tarry  till  you're  better. 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 


THE  UNCONVERTED.  65 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden. 
Your  Redeemer  prostrate  lies  ; 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

It  is  finish'd  ! 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

6  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God,  ascending, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  : 

Venture  on  him — venture  freely  ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 

Halleluiah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 

55  6s  &  8s, 

The  Gospel  call. 

YE  dying  sons  of  men, 
Immerged  in  sin  and  wo, 
The  Gospel  calls  again, 

Its  message  is  to  you ; 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come, 
In  mercy's  arms  there  yet  is  room. 
6 


66  APPEALS  TO 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 
Nor  vain  excuses  frame, 

Christ  bids  you  come  to-day, 

The  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame : 
All  things  are  ready  ;  sinners,  come  ; 
In  mercy's  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

3  Compell'd  by  bleeding  love, 

Ye  wand'ring  souls,  draw  near; 
He  calls  you  from  above, 

His  melting  accents  hear  : 
O !  whosoever  will,  may  come  ; 
In  mercy's  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

56  7s. 

Fxdlness  of  Christ. 

BLEEDING  hearts,  defiled  by  sin, 
Jesus  Christ  can  make  you  clean 
Contrite  souls,  with  guilt  oppress'd, 
Jesus  Christ  can  give  you  rest. 

2  You  that  mourn  o'er  follies  past, 
Precious  hours  and  years  laid  waste  : 
Turn  to  God,  O  turn  and  live, 
Jesus  Christ  can  still  forgive. 

3  You  that  oft  have  wander'd  far 
From  the  light  of  Bethlehem's  star, 
Trembling,  now  your  steps  retrace, 
Jesus  Christ  is  full  of  grace. 


THE  UNCONVERTED.  67 

4  Souls  benighted  and  forlorn, 
Grieved,  afflicted,  tempest- worn, 
Now  in  Israel's  Rock  confide, 
Jesus  Christ  for  man  has  died. 

5  Fainting  souls,  in  peril's  hour. 
Yield  not  to  the  tempter's  power  ; 
On  the  risen  Lord  rely, 

Jesus  Christ  now  reigns  on  high. 

57  6s  &  4s. 

Exhortation  to  immediate  submission. 

CHILD  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Fill'd  with  dismay. 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 

Yield  thee  to-day  ; 
Heaven  bids  thee  come. 
While  yet  there's  room ; 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Hear  and  obey. 
2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Why  wilt  thou  die  ? 
Come,  while  thou  canst  borrow 

Help  from  on  high : 
Grieve  not  that  love. 
Which  from  above. 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow. 

Would  bring  thee  nigh. 


68  APPEALS  TO 

58  lis. 

Acquahit  thyself  qmckly. 

ACQUAINT  thyself  quickly,  0  sinner, 
with  God, 
And  jay,  like  the  sunshine,  shall  beam  on 

thy  road, 
And  peace,  like  the  dew-drops,  shall  fall 

on  thy  head, 
And  sleep,  like  an  angel,  shall  visit  thy  bed. 
2  Acquaint  thyself  quickly,  O  sinner,  with 

God, 
And  he  shall  be  with  thee  when  fears  are 

abroad ; 
Thy  safeguard    in  dangers  that  threaten 

thy  path  ; 
Thy  joy  in  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death. 

59  c.  M. 

The  wanderer  recalled. 

RETURN,  O  wanderer,  return. 
And  seek  thy  Father's  face  ; 
Those  new  desires  which  in  thee  burn 

Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 
2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return ; 

He  hears  thy  humble  sigh  : 
He  sees  thy  soften'd  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 


THE  ITNCONVERTED.  69 

3  |[teturn,  0  wanderer,  return  ; 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live  : 

Come  to  his  cross,  and,  grateful,  learn 
How  freely  he'll  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 
And  wipe  the  falling  tear  : 

Thy  Father  calls — no  longer  mourn ! 
'Tis  love  invites  thee  near. 

5  Return,  O  wanderer,  return ; 
Regain  thy  long-sought  rest : 

The  Saviour's  melting  mercies  yearn 
To  clasp  thee  to  his  breast. 

60  6s  &  4s. 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls. 

TO-DAY  the  Saviour  calls ; 
Ye  wand'rers,  come ; 
O  ye  benighted  souls. 
Why  longer  roam? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls ; 
O  listen  now : 

Within  these  sacred  walls, 
To  Jesus  bow. 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls ; 
For  refuge  fly : 

The  storm  of  vengeance  falls, 
Ruin  is  nigh. 


70  APPEALS  TO 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day ;       ^ 

Yield  to  his  power ; 
O  grieve  him  not  away ! 

'Tis  mercy's  hour. 

61  lis. 

Delay  not. 

DELAY  not,  delay  not,  (3  sinner,  draw 
near : 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for 
thee  ; 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 
Redemption    is  purchased,  salvation  is 
free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 
The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus,  thy 

God? 
A   fountain    is    opened,  how   canst    thou 
refuse 
To  wash   and  be  cleansed  in  his  par- 
doning blood? 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  to  come, 
For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee 

to-day  ; 
Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the 
tomb  ; 
Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass 
away. 


THE   UNCONVERTED.  71 

4  Dela^  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  Grace, 
Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  its 

sad  flight, 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy 
race. 
To  sink  in  the  vale  of  eternity's  night. 

5  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at  hand ; 
The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heav- 
ens shall  fade ; 

The  dead,  small   and   great,  in  the  judg- 
ment shall  stand  ; 
What  pow'r  then,  O  sinner !    shall  lend 
thee  its  aid  ? 

62  4  lines  7s. 

The  danger  of  delay. 

HASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise ! 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  : 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore ! 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 

Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return ! 
Stay  n(#for  the  morrow's  sun, 

Lest  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 


72  APPEALS  TO 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest !    • 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 

Lest  perdition  thee  arrest 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

63  s.M. 

The  horrors  of  the  second  death. 

0  WHERE  shall  rest  be  found— 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  : 

'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
There  is  a  life  above. 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath : 

O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Thou  God  of  truth  and  gigce  ! 
Teach  us  that  death  to  snun ; 

Lest  we  be  banish'd  from  thy  face, 
For  evermore  undone. 


THE  UNCONVEKTED.  73 

64  lis. 

ExpostulcUion. 

OTURN  ye,  O  turn   ye,  for  why  will 
you  die, 
When   God   in  great  mercy  is  coming  so 

nigh? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,   the   Spirit   says 

Come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you 
home, 

2 '  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you 

delay. 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying 

away ; 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just 

as  you  be. 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so 

free. 

3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to 
receive, 

0  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  be- 
lieve? 

If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not 
come? 

'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome ;  he  bids  you 
come  home. 


74  APPEALS  TO 

4  In  riches,  in  pleasures,  what  can  you 

obtain, 
To  soothe  your  affliction,  or  banish  your 

pain ; 
To  bear   up   your  spirit  when   summon'd 

to  die, 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high  ? 

5  Why  will  you  be  starving   and  feeding 

on  air  ? 
There's   mercy  in  Jesus,  enough    and   to 

spare ; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see, 
And   prove    that  his    mercy  is   boundless 

and  free. 

6  Come,    give    us    your    hand,    and    the 

Saviour  your  heart. 
And  trusting  in  Heaven,  we  never  shall  part. 
0  how  can  we  leave  you?   why  will  you 

not  come  ? 
We'll  journey  together,  and   soon  be  at 

home. 

65  C.  M. 

Warnings  from  the  grave. 

BENEATH  our  feet,  and  o'er  our  head, 
Is  equal  warning  given  ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead — 
Above  us  is  the  heaven. 


THE  UNCONVERTED.  76 

2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze, 
And  lurks  in  every  flower  ; 

Each  season  has  its  own  disease — 
Its  peril  every  hour. 

3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 
Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay, 

And  fate  descend  in  sudden  night 
On  manhood's  middle  day. 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 
Halt  feebly  to  the  tomb  ; 

And  shall  earth  still  our  hearts  engage. 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  1 

5  Turn,  mortal,  turn ;  thy  danger  know  : 
Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread. 

The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  by  her  dead. 

6  6  8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

Sinners  exhorted. 

SINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message. 
Coming  from  the  courts  above? 
Mercy  beams  in  every  passage, 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  ; 

O.  believe  it ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 


76  APPEALS  TO 

2  Now  the  heralds  of  salvation 
Joyful  news  aloud  proclaim : 

Sinners  freed  from  condemnation, 
Through  the  all-atoning  Lamb! 

Life  receiving, 
Through  the  all-atoning  Lamb  ! 

3  Who  hath  their  report  believed  ? 
Who  hath  heard  the  solemn  word? 

Who  salvation  hath  received. 
Freely  offer'd  by  the  Lord  ? 

Life  immortal, 
Freely  offer'd  by  the  Lord. 

67  c.  M. 

No  peace  to  the  wicked. 

SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard; 
'Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sacred  word 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest 
You  live,  devoid  of  peace  ; 

A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell ; 
Why  will  you  persevere? 

Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair  ? 


THE   UNCONVERTED.  77 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 
Of  sin  and  folly  go  1 

In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reach  eternal  woe. 

5  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live, 
Through  his  abounding  grace  ; 

His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 

3  Bow  to  the  scepter  of  his  word. 
Renouncing  every  sin ; 

Submit  to  him,  your  sov'reign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  Divine. 

68  L.  M. 

The  accepted  time. 

WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah,  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  bless'd  the  day  ! 
How  sweet  the  Gospel's  charming  sound ! 

Come,  sinners,  haste,  O  haste  away. 
While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  is  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave — ■ 

Before  His  bar  your  spirits  bring. 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 


78  APPEALS  TO 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise — 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
No  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

5  Now  God  invites  ;  how  bless'd  the  day ! 
How    sweet    the    Gospel's    charming 

sound ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  0  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  is  found. 


69  4  8s  &  2  6s. 

A  voice  of  warning. 

THAT  warning  voice,  0  sinner,  hear, 
And  while  salvation  lingers  near. 
The  heav'nly  call  obey  ; 
Flee  from  destruction's  downward  path. 
Flee  from  the  threat'ning  storm  of  wrath 
That  rises  o'er  thy  way. 

2  Soon   night  comes  on  with  thick'ning 

shade, 
The  tempest  hovers  o'er  thy  head, 

The  winds  their  fury  pour  ; 
The  light'nings  rend  the  earth  and  skies, 
The  thunders  roar,  the  flames  arise. 

What  terrors  fill  that  hour  ! 


THE  UNCONVEKTED.        *    79 

3  That  warning  voice,  O  sinner,  hear, 
Whose  accents  linger  on  thine  ear  ; 

Thy  footsteps  now  retrace  : 
Renounce  thy  sins  and  be  forgiven. 
Believe,  become  an  heir  of  heav'n. 

And  sing  redeeming  grace. 

4  Then,  while  a  voice  of  pardon  speaks. 
The  storm  is  hush'd,  the  morning  breaks. 

The  heav'ns  are  all  serene  ; 
Fresh  verdure  clothes  the  beauteous  fields, 
Joy  echoes  from  the  distant  hills, 

New  wonders  fill  the  scene. 

70  L.  M. 

Quench  not  the  Spirit. 

SAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within. 
Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  heedless  soul  ? 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin. 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

2  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice  : 
It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call ; 

It  bade  thee  make  the  happy  choice. 
And  take  the  Saviour  for  thy  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light; 
Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  ; 

The  Gospel  call  no  longer  slight ; 
Obey,  and  free  salvation  find. 


80  .  APPEALS  TO 

4  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 
With  harden'd,  self-destroying  men; 

They  who  presume  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

5  Sinner!  perhaps  this  very  day, 
Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be ; 

O  !  shouldst  thou  grieve  him  thus  avraj . 
He  never  would  return  to  thee. 

71  C.  M 

Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

YAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear, 
Repent,  thine  end  is  nigh; 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far  : 
O  think  before  thou  die. 

2  Reflect,  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save ; 
Thy  sins  how  high  they  mount ! 

What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave! 
How  stands  that  dark  account? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defense ; 
His  time  there's  none  can  tell; 

He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven,  or  down  to  hell. 

4  Thy  flesh  (perhaps  thy  greatest  care) 
Shall  into  dust  consume ; 

But,  ah  !   destruction  stops  not  there  ; 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 


THE  UNCONVERTED.  81 

72  p.  M. 

Take  heed,  watch  and  'pray. 
ri  0  watch  and  pray,  thou  canst  not  tell 
vT  How  near  thine  hour  may  be  ; 
Thou  canst  not  know  how  soon  the  bell 

May  toll  its  notes  for  thee ; 
Death's  countless  snares  beset  thy  way ; 
Frail  child  of  dust,  go  watch  and  pray. 

2  Fond  youth,  while  free  from   blighting 

care. 

Does  thy  firm  pulse  beat  high? 
Do  hope's  glad  visions  bright  and  fair 

Dilate  before  thine  eye  1 
Soon  these  must  changie — must  pass  away ; 
Frail  child  of  dust,  go  watch  and  pray. 

3  Ambition,  stop  thy  panting  breath! 
Pride,  sink  thy  lifted  eye ! 

Behold  the  caverns,  dark  with  death, 

Before  you  open  lie  : 
The  heav'nly  warning  now  obey  ; 
Ye  sons  of  pride,  go  watch  and  pray. 

4  Thou  aged  man  !  life's  wintry  storm 
Hath  sear'd  thy  vernal  bloom ; 

With  trembling  limbs  and  wasting  form, 

Thou'rt  bending  o'er  the  tomb ; 
And  can  vain  hope  lead  thee  astray  1 
Go,  weary  pilgrim  !  watch  and  pray. 


82  APPEALS  TO 

S.  M. 

To-day. 
LL  yesterday  is  gone ; 


73 


A 


To-morrow's  not  our  own; 

0  sinner,  come,  without  delay, 
And  bow  before  the  throne. 

2  0  hear  God's  voice  to-day, 
And  harden  not  your  heart ; 

To-morrow,  with  a  frown  he  may 
Pronounce  the  word — Depart! 

74  8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

The  voice  of  mercy. 

HEAR,  0  sinner,  mercy  hails  you  ; 
Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls  ; 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls  ; 

Hear,  O  sinner! 
'Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  See !  the  storm  of  vengeance  gath'ring, 
O'er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread ; 

Hark !  the  awful  thunder  rolling 
Loud  and  louder  o'er  your  head  : 

Turn,  O  sinner  ! 
Lest  the  lightning  strike  you  dead. 


THE  UNCONVEKTED.  83 

3  Haste,  0  sinner  !  to  the  Saviour ; 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may ; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over  ; 

Soon  your  life  will  pass  away  : 
Haste,  O  sinner ! 

You  must  perish  if  you  stay. 


75 


7s. 


The  last  call. 


^'  rriHIS  may  be  thy  latest  call ; 

X   Youth,  repent,  before  Him  fall ; 
Ask  His  mercy,  fear  His  rod  ;" 
So  he  spake — the  man  of  God. 

2  "  Often  have  I  heard  that  tale," 
Sneer'd  the  youth ;  "  'tis  old  and  stale 
Often  saidst  thou  in  the  past, 

This  may  be  thy  last — thy  last." 

3  "  Yet  the  last  will  surely  come ; 
Thou  art  hast'ning  to  thy  doom : 
Seek  the  Lord  without  delay. 
This  may  be  thy  latest  day." 

4  Turning  in  his  scorn  he  went, 
On  his  selfish  pleasures  bent : 
Life  and  joy  before  him  lay, 
Promising  a  brighter  day. 


84  APPEALS  TO 

5  But  that  day,  thus  lightly  pass'd, 
Was  to  him  the  last — the  last — 
Never  did. his  youthful  eyes 

See  another  morning  riae. 

6  Down  he  sat  to  muse  a  while, 
Underneath  a  tott'ring  pile  ; 
Heedless  of  the  warning  past, 
Little  dreaming  'twas  his  last. 

7  Horrors  seize  me  while  I  tell 
How  that  tott'ring  structure  fell ; 
Lo  it  moves  !  its  pillars  yield ! 
Hapless  youth  !  his  doom  is  seal'd. 

8  Crush'd  his  hody — ^lost  his  soul — 
O'er  it  waves  of  anguish  roll — 
Summer  ended — harvest  past — 

O  !  that  warning  I  'twas  his  last ! 

76  '^s  &  6s. 

Conviction, 

DYING  souls,  fast  bound  in  sin» 
Trembling  and  repining, 
With  no  ray  of  light  Divine 
On  your  pathway  shining, 
Why  in  darkness  wander  on, 
Fill'd  with  consternation  1 
Jesus  lives  :  in  him  alone 
Can  you  find  salvation. 


THE   UNCONVERTED.  85 

2  Prostrate  bow !  confess  your  guilt ; 
Own  your  lost  condition ; 

Yield  to  Him  whose  blood  was  spilt, 

Unreserved  submission. 
Then  no  more  in  anguish  groan  : 

Seek  his  mediation ! 
Jesus  lives  ;  in  him  alone 

Can  you  find  salvation. 

3  Linger  not  in  all  the  plain, 
Vengeance  is  pursuing  : 

'Mid  the  dying  and  the  slain, 
Save  your  souls  from  ruin. 

Flee  to  Him  who  doth  atone  ; 
Flee  from  condemnation ! 

Jesus  lives  !  in  him  alone 
Can  you  find  salvation. 

77  c.  M. 

The  resolution. 

COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
Like  mountains  round  me  close ; 

I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 


86  APPEALS  TO 

3  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  ; 

But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray 
And  perish  only  there. 

5  1  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 
I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 

For,  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

1  must  forever  die. 

78  p-  M. 

21ic  desponding  cheered. 

DROOPING  souls,  no  longer  grieve, 
Heaven  is  propitious, 
If  in  Christ  you  now  believe. 

You  will  find  him  precious. 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calling  mourners  to  him ; 
He  has  died,  you  need  not  die. 
Now  look  up  and  view  him. 

2  He  has  pardons,  full  and  free, 
Drooping  souls  to  gladden ; 

Jesus  calls,  "  Come  unto  me," 
Weary,  heavy  laden. 


THE   UxNCOIiVERTED.  87 

Though  your  sins  like  mountains  rise, 

Rise,  and  reach  to  heaven ; 
Soon  as  you  on  him  rely, 

All  shall  be  forgiven. 
3  Streaming  mercy,  how  it  flows, 

Now  I  know,  I  feel  it ; 
Half  has  never  yet  been  told, 

Yet  I  want  to  tell  it. 
Jesus'  blood  has  heal'd  my  wounds, 

O  the  wond'rous  story; 
I  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 

Glory!  Glory!  Glory! 

79  8s  &  7s. 

The  compassionate  Saviour. 

NOW  the  Saviour  standeth  pleading, 
At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart ; 
Now  in  heaven  he's  interceding, 
Undertaking  sinners'  part. 
Sinner,  can  you  hate  the  Saviour? 

Can  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms  ? 
Once  he  died  for  your  behavior, 
Now  he  calls  you  to  his  arms. 
2  Jesus  stands,  O,  how  amazing, 

Stands  and  knocks  at  ev'ry  door ; 
In  his  hands  ten  thousand  blessings, 
ProfFer'd  to  the  wretched  poor. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 


88      REPENTANCE  AND  FAITH. 

3  See  him  bleeding,  dying,  rising, 
To  prepare  you  heavenly  rest ; 

Listen^  while  he  kindly  calls  you, 
Hear,  and  be  forever  blest ! 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 

4  Will  you  plunge  in  endless  darkness, 
There  to  bear  eternal  pain?  ..; 

Or  to  realms  of  glorious  brightness 

Rise,  and  with  him  ever  reign  1 

Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 


REPENTANCE  AND  FAITH 


80 


S.  M. 

Groaning  for  deliverance. 


WHEN  shall  thy  love  constrain, 
And  force  me  to  thy  breast? 
"When  shall  my  soul  return  again 
To  her  eternal  rest? 

2  Ah  !  what  avail  my  strife. 
My  wand'ring  to  and  fro? 

Thou  hast  the  words  of  endless  life ; 
Ah !  whither  should  I  go  ? 


EEPENTANCE  AND  FAITH.       89 

3  Thy  condescending  grace 
To  me  did  freely  move  ; 

It  calls  me  still  to  seek  thy  face, 
And  stoops  to  ask  my  love. 

4  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
I  groan  to  be  set  free  ; 

1  fain  would  now  obey  the  call, 
And  give  up  all  for  thee. 

81  ^s  &  6s. 

Conviction  of  sin. 

WHY  sinks  my  soul  desponding  ? 
Why  fill  my  eyes  with  tears'? 
While  nature  all  surrounding. 
The  smile  of  beauty  wears. 
Why  burden'd  still  with  sorrow 

Is  ev'ry  lab'ring  thought? 
Each  vision  that  I  borrow 

With  gloom  and  sadness  fraught? 

2  The  pleasures  that  deceived  me, 
My  soul  no  more  can  charm  ; 

Of  rest  they  have  bereaved  me. 

And  fill'd  me  with  alarm ; 
The  objects  I  have  cherish'd 

Are  empty  as  the  wind ; 
My  earthly  joys  are  perish'd. 

What  comfort  shall  I  find? 


90      REPENTANCE  AND  FAITH. 

3  If  inward,  still  inquiring, 
I  turn  my  searching  eye, 

Or  upward,  now  aspiring, 

I  raise  my  feeble  cry. 
No  heav'nly  light  is  beaming 

To  cheer  my  troubled  breast, 
No  ray  of  comfort  gleaming 

To  give  my  spirit  rest. 

4  My  soul,  from  this  dread  anguish 
Is  there  no  refuge  nigh'? 

'Tis  guilt  that  makes  thee  languish, 
And  leaves  thee  thus  to  die: 

Renounce  thy  sin  and  folly 
Before  the  throne  of  grace, 

And  make  the  Lord  most  holy 
Thy  strength  and  righteousness. 

82  CM. 

Remember  me. 

LORD,  I  despair  myself  to  heal, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  let  me  feel. 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 
Remember  me,  remember  me, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me  ; 
Rc?nember,  Lord,  thy  dying  groans, 
Then,  Lord,  remember  me. 


REPENTANCE  AND  FAITH.       91 

2  Thy  cleansing  blood,  O  Lord,  impart, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

To  purify  and  warm  my  heart, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 
Rememher  me,  &c. 

3  Peace,  righteousness,  and  joy  impart, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

And  pour  thyself  into  my  heart. 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 
Rememher  me,  &c. 

4  Dead  to  the  world,  alive  to  thee. 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me ; 

1  pray  the  Saviour  let  me  be, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

Rememher  me,  &c. 

83  s.  M. 

Embracing  the  all-stifficient  Portion. 

AND  can  I  yet  delay 
My  little  all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away 
For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield ; 
I  can  hold  out  no  more  : 

I  sink,  by  dying  love  compell'd. 
And  own  thee  conqueror. 


92      EEPENTANCE  AND  FAITH. 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake  ; 
My  friends,  my  all  resign: 

Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  0  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine. 

4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 
Nor  hence  again  remove  ; 

Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  soul 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 

5  My  one  desire  be  this. 
Thy  only  love  to  know ; 

To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 
No  other  good  below. 

6  My  life,  my  portion  thou  ; 
Thou  all-sufficient  art ; 

My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 
Enter,  and  keep  my  heart. 


84  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

I  will  arise  and  go  unto  my  Father. 

WHEN  burden' d  is  my  breast, 
When  friendless  seems  my  lot. 
When  earth  affords  no  rest, 

And  refuge  I  have  not : 
Father !  if  thou  wilt  suffer  me, 
I  will  arise  and  come  to  thee. 


REPENTANCE  AND  FAITH.       93 

'  2  When  conscience  thunders  loud, 

When  sins  in  dread  array 
Upon  my  mem'ry  crowd, 

And  fill  me  with  dismay ; 
Yet,  glancing  once  on  Calvary, 
Father !  I'll  rise  and  come  to  thee. 

3  And  if  I  am  a  child, 

But  have  backslidden  still, 
And,  fill'd  with  projects  wild. 

Have  follow'd  my  own  will ; 
Yet,  penitent,  resolved  I'll  be. 
Father  !  to  rise  and  come  to  thee. 

4  And  thou  in  love  wilt  turn 
To  thy  poor  rebel  child  ; 

Nor  let  thine  anger  burn, 

Though  sin  my  heart  beguiled : 
Thy  voice  shall  greet  me  graciously, 
"Arise!   arise!  and  come  to  me." 

OD  6  lines  7s. 

The  Mock  of  Ages. 

T)  OCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 

it  Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood. 

From  thy  wounded  side  which  flow'd, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure. 

Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 


94      EEPENTANCE  AND  FAITH. 

2  Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
These  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  ; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  the  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown. 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne — 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me. 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

86  .  s.  M. 

Rest  in  Christ. 

0  CEASE,  my  wand'ring  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 
All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole. 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

2  Behold  the  ark  of  God ! 
Behold  the  open  door  ; 

0  !  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

3  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide. 
There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 

And  every  longing  satisfied 
With  full  salvation  bless'd. 


REPENTANCE  AND  FAITH.       95 

87  p.  M. 

The  Contrast 

I  HAVE  sought  round  the  verdant  earth. 
For  unfading  joy  ; 

1  have  tried  every  source  of  mirth, 
But  all,  all  will  cloy. 

Lord,  bestow  on  me, 
Grace  to  set  the  spirit  free ; 
Thine  the  praise  shall  be ; 
Mine,  mine  the  joy. 

2  I  have  wander'd  in  mazes  dark, 
Of  doubt  and  distress  ; 

I  have  had  not  a  kindling  spark, 
My  spirit  to  bless ; 
Cheerless  unbelief, 
Fill'd  my  lab'ring  soul  with  grief, 
What  shall  give  relief? 
What  shall  give  peace  ? 

3  I  then  turn'd  to  thy  Gospel,  Lord, 
From  folly  away  ; 

I  then  trusted  thy  holy  word, 
That  taught  me  to  pray ; 
Here  I  found  release  ; 
Weary  spirit  here  found  rest, 
Hope  of  endless  bliss. 
Eternal  day. 


96       REPENTANCE  AND  FAITH. 

4  I  will  praise  now  my  heavenly  King, 

I'll  praise  and  adore  ; 
The  heart's  richest  tribute  bring 
To  thee,  God  of  power ; 
And  in  heaven  above. 
Saved  by  thy  redeeming  love, 
Loud  the  strains  shall  move, 
For  evermore. 

88  83. 

Self-consecration. 

0  JESUS,  delight  of  my  soul, 
My  Saviour,  my  Shepherd  Divine ; 

1  yield  to  thy  blessed  control  ; 
My  body  and  spirit  are  thine ; 

Thy  love  I  can  never  deserve. 
That  bids  me  be  happy  in  thee  ; 

My  God  and  my  King  I  will  serve. 
Whose  favor  is  heaven  to  me. 

2  How  can  I  thy  goodness  repay 
By  nature  so  weak  and  defiled  % 

Myself  I  have  given  away  ; 

O  call  me  thine  own  little  child. 
And  art  thou  my  Father  above? 

Will  Jesus  abide  in  my  heart? 
0  bind  me  so  fast  with  thy  love. 

That  I  never  from  thee  shall  depart. 


EEPENTANCE  AND  FAITH.       97 

89  s.  M. 

The  heart  of  stone. 

OTHAT  I  could  repent, 
With  all  my  idols  part, 
And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 
An  humble,  contrite  heart : 

2  A  heart  with  grief  oppress'd, 
For  having  grieved  my  God  : 

A  troubled  heart,  that  cannot  rest 
Till  sprinkled  with  thy  blopd. 

3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 
The  penitent  desire  ; 

With  true  sincerity  of  woe 
My  aching  breast  inspire. 

4  With  soft'ning  pity  look. 
And  melt  my  hardness  down : 

Strike  with  thy  love's  resistless  stroke, 
And  break  this  heart  of  stone. 

90  7s. 

The  Wanderer's  return. 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 
I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod. 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 
7 


98      REPENTANCE  AND  FAITH. 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns. 
Turns  a  fugitive  unblest ; 

Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
O  receive  me  into  rest ! 

3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam. 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave, 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 

4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore  ; 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 

Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
Every  idol  I  resign. 

9  1  6th  P.  M.  6  lines  7. 

Help,  or  I  perish. 

BY  thy  birth,  and  by  thy  tears ; 
By  thy  human  griefs  and  fears ; 
By  thy  conflict  in  the  hour 
Of  the  subtile  tempter's  power, 
Saviour,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 
Saviour,  help  me,  or  I  die. 
2  By  the  tenderness  that  wept 
O'er  the  grave  where  Laz'rus  slept ; 
By  the  bitter  tears  that  flow'd 
Over  Salem's  lost  abode. 
Saviour,  look  with  pitying  eye ; 
Saviour,  help  me,  or  I  die. 


REPENTAKCE  AND  FAITH.       99 

3  By  thy  lonely  hour  of  prayer  ; 
By  the  fearful  conflict  there  ; 
By  thy  cross  and  dying  cries ; 
By  thy  one  great  sacrifice, 
Saviour,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 
Saviour,  help  me,  or  I  die. 

4  By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave ; 
By  thy  power  the  lost  to  save ; 
By  thy  high,  majestic  throne  ; 
By  the  empire  all  thine  own, — 
Saviour,  look  with  pitying  eye ; 
Saviour,  help  me,  or  I  die. 

92  s.  M. 

To  whmi  should  ice  go  ? 

AH  !  whither  should  I  go, 
Burden'd,  and  sick,  and  faint? 
To  whom  should  I  my  trouble  show, 

And  pour  out  my  complaint  % 
My  Saviour  bids  me  come ; 

Ah  !  Avhy  do  I  delay  ?     " 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 

And  yet  from  him  I  stay. 
2  What  is  it  keeps  me  back, 

From  which  I  cannot  part — 
Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 

Possession  of  my  heart  ? 


100    EEPEXTANCE  AND  FAITH. 

Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 

Thy  trying  power  display  ; 
Into  its  darkest  corners  shine, 

And  take  the  vail  away. 
3  I  now  believe  in  thee 
•  Compassion  reigns  alone ; 
According  to  my  faith,  to  me 

0  let  it.  Lord,  be  done  1 
In  me  is  all  the  bar. 

Which  thou  wouldst  fain  remove : 
Remove  it,  and  I  shall  declare 

That  God  is  only  love. 

93  c.  M. 

The  returning  Prodigal. 

THE  long-lost  son,  with  streaming  eyes, 
From  folly,  just  awake, 
Reviews  his  wand 'rings  with  surprise ; 
His  heart  begins  to  break. 
Vll  die  no  more  for  bread,  he  cries, 

Nor  starve  in  foreign  lands. 
My  father'' s  house  hath  large  supplies^ 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 
2  I  starve,  he  cries,  nor  can  I  bear 

The  famine  in  this  land, 
While  servants  of  my  father  share 
The  bounty  of  his  hand. 
/7Z  die  no  more.  &c. 


REPENTANCE  AND  FAITH.    101 

3  With  deep  repentance  I'll  return, 
And  seek  my  father's  face  ; 

Unworthy  to  be  call'd  a  son, 

I'll  ask  a  servant's  place. 

ril  die  no  more.,  &c. 

4  Far  off  the  father  saw  him  move, 
In  pensive  silence  mourn, 

And  quickly  ran,  with  arms  of  love, 
To  welcome  his  return. 
/'//  die  710  more,  &c. 

5  Through  all  the  courts  the  tidings  flew, 
And  spread  the  joy  around  ; 

The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew — 
The  long-lost  son  is  found ! 
lUl  die  no  more,  &c. 

94  76,  76,  78,  76. 

Humility  and  contrition. 

JESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
Call  back  a  wand'ring  sheep ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain,  like  Peter,  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored ; 

On  me  be  all  long-suif'ring  shown  ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me.  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


102    EEPEXTANCE  AND  FAITH. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 
Repentance  to  impart, 

Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 
The  humble,  contrite  heart : 

Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 
A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown : 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  For  thine  own  compassion's  sake, 
The  gracious  wonder  show ; 

Cast  my  sins  behind  thy  back, 
And  wash  me  white  as  snow : 

If  thy  bowels  now  are  stirr'd, 
If  now  I  do  myself  bemoan. 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

95  c.  M. 

The  Prodigal. 

AFFLICTIONS,  though  they  seem 
severe. 
In  mercy  oft  are  sent ; 
They  stopp'd  the  prodigal's  career, 
And  caused  him  to  repent. 
IHl  die  no  more  for  hread.^  he  cries, 

Nor  starve  in  foreign  lands. 
My  father'' s  house  hath  large  supplies^ 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 


EEPENTANCE  AND  FAITH.    103 

2  Although  he  no  relentings  felt 
Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 

His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt 
When  famine  pinch'd  him  sore. 
ril  die  no  more,  &c. 

3  What  have  I  gain'd  by  sin,  he  said, 
But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear? 

My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread 
W^hile  I  am  starving  here. 
ril  die  no  more,  &c. 

4  I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 
Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 

Unworthy  to  be  call'd  his  son, 

I'll  seek  a  servant's  place. 

ril  die  no  more,  &c. 

5  His  father  saw  him  coming  back ; 
He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smiled. 

And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 
/'//  die  no  more,  &c. 

6  Father,  I've  sinn'd,  but  0  forgive  ! 
Enough,  the  father  said  : 

Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 
For  whom  I  mourn'd  as  dead. 
Til  die  no  more,  &c. 


104    REPENTANCE  AND  FAITH. 

7  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 
And  spread  the  news  around ; 

My  son  was  dead,  and  lives  again : 
Was  lost,  but  now  is  found. 
Pll  die  no  more,  &c. 

8  'Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 
To  call  poor  sinners  home  : 

More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 
And  welcomes  all  that  come. 
Vll  die  no  more,  &c. 

96  s.  M. 

The  Redeemer's  tears. 

DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 
The  wond'ring  angels  see  ; 

Be  thou  astonish'd,  0  my  soul ; 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep  ; 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear ; 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 


EEPENTANCE  AND  FAITH.    105 

97  8s>  "^s,  &  4s. 
Christ  welcomed  to  the  heart. 

¥ELCOME,welcome,bless'd  Redeemer 
Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine, 

Thine  entirely, 
Through  eternal  ages  thine. 

2  Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion, 
Earth  and  hell  will  disappear. 

Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 
When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near  ; 

Shout,  O  Zion! 
Shout,  ye  saints,  the  Lord  is  here ! 

98  L.  M. 

Condemned,  but  pleading  the  promises. 

SHOW  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive ! 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live. 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound — 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 


106    REPENTANCE  AND  FAITH. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offenses  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden    vengeance     seize    my 

breath, 

1  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

99  s.  M. 

The  only  expiation. 

PROSTRATE  at  Jesus'  feet, 
A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upward  to  the  mercy  seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  Will  justice  frown  me  hence  ? 
Stay,  Lord,  the  vengeful  storm  ; 

Forbid  it,  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 


BEPENTANCE  AND  FAITH.    107 

3  If  sorrow  would  suffice 
To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 

Tears  should,  from  both  my  weeping  eyes, 
In  ceaseless  currents  flow. 

4  But  tears  I  will  not  plead 
To  expiate  my  guilt ; 

No  tears  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed — 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

5  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  Lord ! 
And  all  my  sins  forgive  ; 

Then  justice  will  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

100  8s  &  7s. 

Barthneus. 

'''  "ll/TERCY,  O  thou  Son  of  David!" 
jjI.  Thus  the  blind  Bartimeus  pray'd  ; 

"  Others  by  thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid." 

2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 
But  he  call'd  the  louder  still ; 

Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 
"  Come  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted. 
Though  by  begging  used  to  live  ; 

But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted, 
Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 


108    REPENTANCE  AND  FAITH. 

4  "  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 
Let  mine  eyes  behold  the  day !" 

Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness, 
Follow'd  Jesus  on  the  way. 


101  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

Renouncing  the  world. 

COME,  my  fond  fluttering  heart, 
Come,  struggle  to  be  free. 
Thou  and  the  world  must  part, 

However  hard  it  be  : 
My  trembling;  spirit  owns  it  just. 
But  cleaves  yet  closer  to  the  dust. 

2  Ye  tempting  sweets,  forbear, 
Ye  dearest  idols,  fall ; 

My  love  ye  must  not  share, 

Jesus  shall  have  it  ail ; 
'Tis  bitter  pain,  'tis  cruel  smart, 
But  ah !  thou  must  consent,  my  heart ! 

3  Ye  fair  enchanting  throng ! 
Ye  golden  dreams,  farewell ! 

Earth  has  prevail'd  too  long. 

And  now  I  break  the  spell ; 
Ye  farewell  joys  of  early  years, 
Jesus,  forgive  these  parting  tears. 


REPENTANCE  AND  FAITH.    109 

4  But  must  I  part  with  all? 
My  heart  still  fondly  pleads ; 

Yes,  Dagon's  self  must  fall ; 

It  beats,  it  throbs,  it  bleeds  : 
Is  there  no  balm  in  Gilead  found 
To  soothe  and  heal  the  smarting  wound? 

5  0  yes,  there  is  a  balm, 
A  kind  physician  there, 

My  fever'd  mind  to  calm, 
To  bid  me  not  despair  : 
Aid  me,  dear  vSaviour,  set  me  free, 
And  I  will  all  resign  to  thee. 

6  O !  may  I  feel  thy  worth, 
And  let  no  idol  dare. 

No  vanity  of  earth. 

With  thee,  my  Lord,  compare  : 
Now  bid  all  worldly  joys  depart. 
And  reign  supremely  in  my  heart! 

102  4  Hues  7s. 

Mercy  for  the  chief  of  sinners. 

DEPTH  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  1 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare  ? 


110    EEPENTANCE  AND  FAITH. 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace  ; 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face  ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls  ; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Now  incline  me  to  repent ; 
Let  me  now  my  sins  lament ; 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

4  Kindled  his  relentings  are  ; 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare  ; 
Cries,  How  shall  I  give  thee  up? 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop, 

5  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands ; 
Shows  his  wounds  and  spreads  his  hands ; 
God  is  love !  I  know,  I  feel ; 

Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 


103 


C.  M. 

Umvearied  earnestness. 


FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee 
No  other  help  I  know ; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 

Ah !  whither  shall  I  go  ? 
2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  ray  breath  ! 
■V\Tiat  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death  ! 


EEPENTANCE  AND  FAITH.    Ill 

3  0  Jesus !  could  I  this  believe, 
I  now  should  feel  thy  power  ; 

And  all  my  wants  thou  wouldst  relieve 
In  this  accepted  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith !  to  thee  I  lift 
My  weary,  longing  eyes  : 

0  let  me  now  receive  that  gift — 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 

104  L.  M. 

Deprecating  the  withdrawal  of  the  Spirit. 

STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 
Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite  ; 
Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  steel'd  my  stubborn  heart, 
And  shaken  off  my  guilty  fears  ; 

And  vex'd  and  urged  thee  to  depart, 
For  many  long  rebellious  years. 

3  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been. 
Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received  ; 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen  ; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved  ; 

4  Yet,  0  !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest; 

Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 
T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest. 


J12  JUSTIFICATION 

JUSTIFICATION,  ADOPTION,  AND  WIT- 
NESS  OF  THE   SPIRIT. 


105  8s  and  7s. 

Forsaking  all  for  Christ. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  thee ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known, 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me ; 
They  have  left  my  Saviour  too ; 

Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me, 
Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue ; 

And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 
God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 

Foes  may  hate  and  friends  disown  me ; 
Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure, 
Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain, 

In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 
With  thy  favoi,  loss  is  gain. 


AND  ADOPTIOK.  118 

I  have  call'd  thee  Abba,  Father, 
I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee ; 

Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 
All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Know,  my  soul !  thy  full  salvation  ; 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 

Joy  to  find  in  every  station 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear : 

Think,  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 
Think,  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine ; 

Think,  what  Jesus  did  to  win  thee  : 
Child  of  heaven !  canst  thou  repine  ? 

5  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 
Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  prayer. 

Heaven's  eternal  days  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 

Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition. 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

106  C.  M. 

The  blood  applied. 

IN  answer  to  ten  thousand  prayers, 
Thou  pardoning  God,  descend : 
Number  me  with  salvation's  heirs — 
My  sins  and  troubles  end. 
8 


IM  JUSTIFICATION 

2  Nothing  I  ask  or  want  beside, 

Of  all  in  earth  or  heaven  : 
But  let  me  feel  thy  blood  applied, 

And  live  and  die  forgiven. 

107  6  lines  8s. 

Ho  condemnation  to  thnn  that   are  in  Christ 
Jesus. 

AND  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood? 
Died  he  for  me,  who  caused  his  pain? 
For  me,  who  him  to  death  pursued  1 
Amazing  love !  how  can  it  be, 
That  thou,  my  Lord,  shouldst  die  for  me  1 

2  'Tis  myst'ry  all — ^th'  Immortal  dies! 
Who  can  explore  his  strange  design? 

In  vain  the  first-born  seraph  tries 

To  sound  the  depths  of  love  Divine ; 
'Tis  mercy  all !  let  earth  adore  : 
Let  angel  minds  inquire  no  more. 

3  He  left  his  Father's  throne  above ; 
(So  free,  so  infinite  his  grace !) 

Emptied  himself  of  all  but  love. 

And  bled  for  Adam's  helpless  race ; 
'Tis  mercy  all,  immense  and  free, 
For,  0  my  God,  it  found  out  me ! 


AND  ADOPTION.  115 

4  Long  my  imprison'd  spirit  lay, 

Fast  bound  in  sin  and  nature's  night : 
Thine  eye  diffused  a  quick'ning  ray  ; 

1  woke  ;  the  dungeon  flamed  with  light : 
My  chains  fell  off,  my  heart  was  free — 

I  rose,  went  forth,  and  follow'd  thee. 

5  No  condemnation  now  I  dread — 
Jesus,  with  all  in  him,  is  mine  ; 

Alive  in  him,  my  living  head. 

And  clothed  in  righteousness  Divine, 
Bold  I  approach  th'  eternal  throne. 
And  claim  the  crown,  through  Christ,  my 
own. 

108  12  9,12  9. 

Joy  of  the  young  convert. 

OHOW  happy  are  they. 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above ; 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine. 
When  the  favor  Divine 

I  received  through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 

When  my  heart  first  believed, 

What  a  joy  I  received — 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name! 


116  JUSTIFICATION 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know, 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more. 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat. 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song: 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ; 

-He  hath  loved  me,  1  cried, 

He  hath  suffer'd  and  died. 
To  redeem  even  rebels  like  me. 

5  O  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ; 

Of  my  Saviour  possess'd, 

I  was  perfectly  bless'd, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fullness  of  God. 

J  09  4  8s  &  2  6s. 

Ye  must  be  horn  again. 

AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found. 
And  knew  not  where  to  go  : 
One  solemn  truth  increased  my  pain, 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again," 
Or  sink  to  endless  woe. 


AND  ADOPTION.  Il]7 

2  How  did  the  law  its  thunders  roll, 
While  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  sbul, 

A  vast,  oppressive  load! 
All  human  aid  I  saw  was  vain : 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again," 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  I  heard  the  saints  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

To  bring  salvation  near: 
Yet  would  the  dreadful  truth  remain  ; 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again," 

Or  sink  in  black  despair. 

4  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
The  bleeding  Saviour  pass'd  that  way, 

My  bondage  to  remove  ; 
The  sinner  once  by  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

110  L.  M. 

The  highway  of  holiness. 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone — ■ 
He,  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 


118  JUSTIFICATION 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went — 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment— 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  was  not  saved  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say. 
Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way. 

5  Lo  I  glad  I  come  ;  and  thou,  bless'd  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  as  I  am  ; 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give — 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round. 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  Behold  the  way  to  God. 

Ill  CM. 

Joy  over  the  penitent. 

OHOW  Divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 
When  but  one  sinner  turns, 
And  with  an  humble,  broken  heart, 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns ! 


AND  ADOPTION.  119 

2  Pleased  with  the  news,  the  saints  below, 
In  songs  their  tongues  employ ; 

Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heaven  is  fill'd  with  joy. 

3  Well  pleased,  the  Father  sees  and  hears 
The  conscious  sinner's  moan ; 

Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 
But  kindle  with  new  fire  : 

"  The  sinner  lost  is  found,"  they  sing, 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre, 

\\2  886,886. 

The  inioard  witness. 

THOU  great  mysterious  God  unknown, 
Whose  love  hath  gently  led  me  on, 

E'en  from  my  infant  days  ; 
Mine  inmost  soul  expose  to  view, 
And  tell  me  if  I  ever  knew 

Thy  justifying  grace. 
2  If  I  have  only  known  thy  fear, 
And  follow'd,  with  a  heart  sincere, 

Thy  drawings  from  above  ; 
Now,  now  the  further  grace  bestow, 
And  let  my  sprinkled  conscience  know 

Thy  sweet,  forgiving  love. 


120  JUSTIFICATION 

3  Short  of  thy  love  I  would  not  stop, 
A  stranger  to  the  Gospel  hope, 

The  sense  of  sin  forgiven ; 
I  would  not,  Lord,  my  soul  deceive, 
Without  the  inward  witness  live, 

That  ante-past  of  heaven. 

4  If  now  the  witness  were  in  me, 
Would  he  not  testify  of  thee, 

In  Jesus  reconciled? 
And  should  I  not  with  faith  draw  nigh, 
And  boldly,  Abba,  Father,  cry, 

And  know  myself  thy  child "? 

5  Father,  in  me  reveal  thy  Son, 
And  to  my  inmost  soul  make  known 

How  merciful  thou  art  ; 
The  secret  of  thy  love  reveal. 
And  by  thy  hall'wing  Spirit  dwell 

Forever  in  my  heart. 

113  L.M. 

The  bliss  of  assurance. 

LORD,    how    secure     and    bless'd     are 
they. 
Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon'd  sin ; 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and 
sea. 
Their   minds   have    heaven   and    peace 
within. 


AND  ADOPTION.  121 

2  The  day  glides  sweetly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  ; 

And  soft,  and  silent  as  the  shades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  Quick    as    their    thoughts,    their    joys 

come  on, 
But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away : 
Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon. 
And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 

4  How    oft    they   look    to   th'    heavenly 

hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  pleasure  grow  ; 
And  longing  hopes,  and  cheerful  smiles, 
Sit  undisturb'd  upon  their  brow, 

5  They  scorn  to  seek  earth's  golden  toys. 
But  spend  the  day  and  share  the  night. 

In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys 

That  heaven  prepares  for  their  delight. 

114  8s  &  6s. 

The  great  change. 

SAY,  dost  thou  mark  that  beaming  eye, 
That  countenance  serene  ; 
That  smile  of  hope,  and  love,  and  joy, 

Where  gloom  so  late  has  been  1 
More  beautiful  that  sight  appears 
Than  all  the  charms  that  nature  wears.  - 


122  JUSTIFICATION 

2  And  dost  thou  mark  that  temper  mild, 
That  image  pure  of  heaven  1 

That  soul  subdued  and  reconciled, 

Which  once  with  hate  was  riv'n  ? 
Sure  nothing  earthly  can  impart 
Such  meltings  to  a  stubborn  heart. 

3  0,  glorious  change  !  'tis  all  of  grace, 
By  bleeding  love  bestow'd 

On  outcasts  of  a  fallen  race, 

To  bring  them  home  to  God ; 
Infinite  grace  to  vileness  giv'n, 
The  sons  of  earth  made  heirs  of  heav'n. 

115  C.  M. 

The  earnest  and  pledge  of  joys  to  come. 

WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days? 
Great  Comforter,  descend  and  bring 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 
And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ] 

When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints? 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 
In  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 

And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 


i 


AND  ADOPTION.  123 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love — 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 

May  thy  bless'd  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Safely  convey  me  home. 

116  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

"Abba,  Father." 

ARISE,  my  soul,  arise  ; 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears  : 
Before  the  thrcfhe  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 
For  me  to  intercede  ; 

His  all-redeeming  love. 

His  precious  blood  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 
Received  on  Calvary  ; 

They  pour  effectual  prayers. 
They  strongly  plead  for  me  ,* 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive !  they  cry. 
Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die. 


124         JUSTIFICATION",  ETC. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
His  dear  anointed  One  ; 

He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled  ; 
His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear  : 

He  owns  me  for  his  child  ; 
I  can  no  longer  fear  ; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

117  *  CM. 

Heavenly  rest  in  anticipation. 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear. 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes, 

O,  that  will  he  joyful  I  joyful !  joy- 

full 
O,  that  will  be  joyful ! 
To  meet  to  part  no  more, 
To  meet  to  part  no  more, 
On  Canaan'' s  happy  shore  ; 
'Tis  there  weUl  meet,  at  Jcsus^  feet, 
WeHl  meet  to  part  no  more. 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  125 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage. 
And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world 
O,  that  will  he  joyful!  &c. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come. 
Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall — 

So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 
O,  that  will  he  joyful  I  &c. 

4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 
Li  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 
O,  that  will  he  joyful!  &c. 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 


LOVE. 
118  C.M. 

Love  St  thou  me  ?  feed  my  lambs. 

DO  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see. 
And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 


126  CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul? 
Then  let  me  nothing  love  : 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 
Which  thou  dost  not  approve. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 
To  mine  attentive  ear? 

Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound, 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  "J 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 
I  would  disdain  to  feed? 

Hast  thou  a  foe,  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  1 

5  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 
In  honor  of  thy  name  ? 

And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th'  immortal  flame  ? 

6  Thou  knowest  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord, 
But,  0  !  I  long  to  soar 

Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

119  ^*  ^• 

Brotherly  love. 

HOW  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  who  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight. 
And  so  fulfill  his  word ! 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  127 

2  0  may  we  feel  each  brother's  sigh, 
And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 

May  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart ! 

3  Free  us  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride; 
Our  wishes  fix  above ; 

May  each  his  brother's  failing  hide, 
i     And  show  a  brother's  love. 

4  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream. 
Through  every  bosom  flow  ; 

And  union  sweet,  and  fond  esteem. 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
The  happy  souls  above  ; 

And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

Panting  after  the  fullness  of  love. 
LOVE  Divine,  how  sweet  thou  art! 


0 


When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  thee? 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love — 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 


128  CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 

2  Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable  ; 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see  ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  m)'stery, 

The  length,  the  breadth,  the  height. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God ; 
O !  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart  : 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine ; 
This  only  portion.  Lord,  be  mine ; 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

4  0  that  I  could  forever  sit 
With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  ; 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 

5  O  !  that  I  could,  with  favor'd  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast : 
From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  0  Loij^,  to  find  in  thee 

My  everlastijfe  rest. 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  129 

HUMILITY. 
121  6  li7ies  8s. 

Humility. 

THE  bird  that  soars  on  highest  wing 
Builds  on  the  ground  her  lowly  nest ; 
And  she  that  doth  most  sweetly  sing, 
Sings    in   the    shade    when    all   things 
rest : 
In  lark  and  nightingale  we  see 
What  honor  hath  humility. 

2  When  Mary  chose  the  better  part, 
She  meekly  sat  at  Jesus'  feet  ; 

And  Lydia's  gently  open'd  heart 

Was  made  for  God's  own  temple  meet : 
Fairest  and  best  adorn''d  is  she 
Whose  clothing  is  humility. 

3  The  saint  that  wears  heaven's  brightest 

crown 
In  deepest  adoration  bends ; 
The  weight  of  glory  bows  him  down 
Then  most   when    most  his    soul    as- 
cends : 
Nearest  the  throne  itself  must  be 
The  footstool  of  humility. 
9 


130  CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 

FAITH. 

122  lis  &  los. 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd. 

THE  Lord  is  my  Shepherd ;  he  makes 
me  repose 
Where  the  pastures  in  beauty  are  grow- 
ing ; 
He  leads  me  afar  from  the  world  and  its 
woes, 
Where   in  peace  the    still   waters  are 
flowing. 
2  He  strengthens  my  spirit,  he  shows  me 
the  path 
Where  the  arms  of  his  love  shall  in- 
fold me  ; 
And  as  I  walk  through  the  dark  valley  of 
death, 
There  his  rod  and  his  staff  will  uphold 
me! 
123  10  10,1111. 

Ivnll  trust,  and  not  be  afraid. 

BEGONE,  unbelief!  my  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear  : 
By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  per- 
form ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the 
storm. 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  131 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide :  [guide, 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures 

all  fail. 
The   word  he   hath    spoken   shall   surely 
prevail. 

3  His  love,  in  time  past,  forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink ; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms   his    good   pleasure  to  help  me 

quite  through. 

4  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my 

good. 

The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine  is  food ; 

Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  be- 
fore long, 

And  then,  O  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's 
song! 

124  10 10, 11 11. 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

THOUGH  troubles  assail,  and  dangers 
affright. 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all 

unite. 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The  promise  assures  us — The  Lord  will 
provide. 


132  CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 

2  The   birds  without  barn  or   storehouse 

are  fed; 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our 

bread ; 
His  saints  what  is  fitting    shall  ne'er  be 

denied, 
So  long  as   'tis  written — The   Lord  will 

provide. 

3  When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith  ; 
He  cannot  take  from  us  (though  oft  he  has 

tried) 
The    heart-cheering   promise — The    Lord 
will  provide. 

4  He  tells  us  we're  weak — our  hope  is  in 

vain  ; 
The  good  that  we  seek,  we  ne'er  shall  obtain  : 
But   when    such   suggestions   our    graces 

have  tried. 
This   answers    all    questions — The    Lord 

will  provide. 

5  No  strength  of  our  own,  nor  goodness 

we  claim, 
Our  trust  is  all  thrown  on  Jesus's  Name  ; 
In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we  hide  ; 
The  Lord  is  our  power — The   Lord  will 

provide. 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  133 

6  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in 

view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us 

through  ; 
Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on 

our  side, 
We  hope  to  die  shouting — The  Lord  will 

provide. 

J  25  ^  ^^'"65  8s. 

Immutability  of  God. 

THIS,  this  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful,  unchangeable  friend, 
Whose  love  is  as  great  as  his  power, 

And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end : 
'Tis  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last. 

Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home  ; 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

126  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

Faith. 

FxlITH  is  the  Christian's  prop, 
Whereon  his  sorrows  lean, 
"  The  substance  of  his  hope. 

His  proof  of  things  unseen  :" 
It  is  the  anchor  of  his  soul, 
When  tempests  rage  and  billows  roll. 


134  CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 

2  Faith  is  the  polar  star, 

That  guides  the  Christian's  bark ; 
Directs  him  from  afar, 

To  reach  the  holy  ark  : 
It  points  his  course  where'er  he  roam, 
And  safely  leads  the  pilgrim  home. 

3  Faith  is  the  rainbow's  form. 
Hung  on  the  brow  of  heaven ; 

The  glory  of  the  storm, 

The  pledge  of  mercy  given  : 
It  is  the  bright  triumphal  arch. 
Through  which  the  saints  to  glory  march. 


PEACE  AND  JOY. 

1 27  8  lines  7s. 

Partnership  of  the  saints  in  light. 

JESUS  is  our  common  Lord  ; 
He  our  loving  Saviour  is ; 
By  his  death  to  life  restored. 

Misery  we  exchange  for  bliss  ; 
Bliss  to  carnal  minds  unknown; 

O  'tis  more  than  tongue  can  tell! 
Only  to  believers  showTi — 
Glorious  and  unspeakable. 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  135 

2  Christ,  our  Brother  and  our  Friend, 

Shows  us  his  eternal  love  : 
Never  shall  our  triumphs  end, 

Till  we  take  our  seats  above. 
Let  us  walk  with  him  in  white ; 

For  our  bridal  day  prepare  ; 
For  our  partnership  in  light — 

For  our  glorious  meeting  there. 

128  s.  M. 

For  'perfect  peace. 

JESUS,  my  Lord,  attend 
Thy  feeble  creature's  cry; 
And  show  thyself  the  sinner's  Friend, 

And  set  me  up  on  high. 
From  hell's  oppressive  power 
My  struggling  soul  release ; 
And  to  thy  Father's  grace  restore, 
And  to  thy  perfect  peace. 

2  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 

I  make  my  only  plea ; 
My  present  and  eternal  peace 

Are  both  derived  from  thee. 
Rivers  of  life  divine 

From  thee,  their  fountain,  flow ; 
And  all  who  know  that  love  of  thine, 

The  joy  of  angels  know. 


136  CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 

129  s.  M. 

Heaven  upon  earth. 

MY  God,  my  life,  my  love,  • 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call : 

1  cannot  live  if  thou  remove. 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell : 

'Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here  ; 
If  thou  depart  'tis  hell. 

3  The  smilings  of  thy  face, 
How  amiable  they  are! 

'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 
And  nowhere  else  but  there. 

4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
The  angels  owe  their  bliss  ; 

They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

5  Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heavenly  place. 

If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 
Can  one  delight  afford, 

Nor  yield  one  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 


CHKISTIAN  GRACES.  137 

7  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 

The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  center  of  my  soul. 

130  P.M. 

Joyfully,  joyfully. 

JOYFULLY,  joyfully,  onward  T  move, 
Bound   for  the  land  of  bright  spirits 
above ; 
Angelic  choristers  sing,  as  I  come, 
"  Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home." 

2  Soon,  with  my  pilgimage  ended  below. 
Home  to  that  land  of  delight  will  I  go  ; 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam  ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 

3  Friends   fondly    cherish'd   have    pass'd 

on  before. 

Waiting,  they  watch  me  approaching  the 
shore ; 

Singing,  to  cheer  me  through  death's  chill- 
ing gloom, 

"  Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home." 

4  Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear ; 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear ! 
Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome, 
"  Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home." 


138  CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 

5  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me 

low; 
Strike,  king  of  terrors,  I  fear  not  the  blow  ; 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb  ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 

6  Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn  : 
Death  shall  be  banish'd,    his  scepter  be 

gone; 
Joyfully  then  shall  I  witness  his  doom ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 

1  O  1  8  lines  8s. 

The  all-sufficiency  of  Jesus. 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet 
flowers. 
Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me ; 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim. 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  Name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice  , 

His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice ; 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  139 

I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear  ; 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I — 
My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd, 

No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind : 

While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
A  palace  a  toy  would  appear  ; 

And  prisons  would  palaces  prove. 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  My  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine. 
If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song. 

Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
0  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky ; 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore ; 
Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high. 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

132  CM. 

TViumphant  joy. 

MY  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights. 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights : 


140  CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun  ; 

Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

If  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine, 
And  whispers  I  am  his. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  transporting  word, 

Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
To  see  and  praise  my  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 

The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Would  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 


GENTLENESS. 

133  CM. 

Speak  gently. 

SPEAK  gently ;  it  is  better  far 
To  rule  by  love  than  fear  : 
Speak  gently  ;  let  no  harsh  word  mar 
The  good  we  may  do  here. 


CHKISTIAN  GRACES.  141 

2  Speak  gently  to  the  young,  for  they 
Will  have  enough  to  bear  ; 

Pass  through  this  life  as  best  they  may, 
'Tis  full  of  anxious  care. 

3  Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one  ; 
Grieve  not  the  care-worn  heart ; 

The  sands  of  life  are  nearly  run  ; 
Let  them  in  peace  depart. 

4  Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones  ; 
They  must  have  toil'd  in  vain  ; 

Perchance  unkindness  made  them  so ; 
0  !  win  them  back  again ! 

1 34  7s  &  6s. 

Deal  gently. 

DEAL  gently  with  the  lowly, 
For  bitter  is  their  lot, 
When  by  their  friends  deserted. 

And  by  the  world  forgot ; 
One  kindly  word  may  banish 

The  anguish  of  despair, 
And  bid  forever  vanish 
A  world  of  grief  and  care. 

2  Remember,  O !  remember. 

It  is  not  always  May ; 
The  blast  of  life's  December 

May  drive  your  friends  away; 


142  CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 

For,  when  the  storms  of  winter 
In  darkness  cloud  the  sky,    ■ 

The  earliest  birds  of  summer 
Are  always  first  to  fly. 

3  Whene'er  an  erring  brother 

Departs  from  honor's  path. 
Reprove  him  not  too  harshly, 

Nor  turn  away  in  wrath ; 
But  point  out  to  him  kindly, 

The  path  he  should  have  trod- 
And  thou  wilt  gain  his  blessing, 

And  favor  with  thy  God. 


RESIGNATION". 

135  8s&7s. 

Bereavement  and  Resignation. 

JESUS,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding 
O'er  the  spoils  that  death  has  won, 
We  would,  at  this  solemn  meeting, 
Calmly  say.  Thy  will  be  done. 

2  Though  cast  down,  we're  not  forsaken 

Though  afflicted,  not  alone; 
Thou  didst  give,  and  thou  hast  taken ; 

Blessed  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 


CHRISTIAN"  GRACES.  143 

3  Though  to-day  we're  fiU'd  with  mourn- 

ing, 
Mercy  still  is  on  the  throne ; 
With  thy  smiles  of  love  returning, 
We  can  sing,  Thy  will  be  done. 

4  By  thy  hands  the  boon  was  given ; 
Thou  hast  taken  but  thine  own; 

Lord  of  earth,  and  God  of  heaven, 
Evermore,  Thy  will  be  done. 

136  8s&7s. 

Besignation. 

HUSH,  my  heart,  each  sad  repining; 
Adverse  winds  on  earth  must  rise ; 
Yet  for  thee  there  still  are  shining 
Brighter  hopes  and  fairer  skies. 

2  Trials  here  were  sent  to  teach  thee, 
Earth  is  not  thy  spirit's  home  : 

Here  misfortune's  shafts  may  reach  thee, 
SufFrings  here  and  grief  must  come, 

3  "  Earthly  hopes  may  all  be  blighted ;" 
Youth's  bright  visions  fade  away ; 

Joys  that  have  thy  pathway  lighted. 
May  be  doom'd  to  swift  decay. 

4  Yet  amid  earth's  pain  and  sadness, 
Hopes  there  are  which  never  die — 

Hopes  that  fill  the  heart  with  gladness — 
Hopes  which  reach  beyond  the  sky. 


IM  CHRISTIAISr  GRACES. 

5  Jesus — 0  that  name,  how  precious! 
Jesus  came — dispell'd  the  gloom 

That,  like  midnight,  hung  suspended 
O'er  the  confines  of  the  tomb. 

6  Through  its  portals,  once  so  dreary, 
Now  beams  forth  immortal  light ; 

Mourners,  wayworn,  sad,  and  weary, 
Hail  with  joy  the  glorious  sight. 

7  From  earth's  scenes  of  pain  and  anguish, 
Upward  turn  thy  weeping  eye  ; 

Let  thy  faith  no  longer  languish, 
But  in  triumph  soar  on  high. 

8  Life  is  thine — a  life  immortal, 
Far  beyond  earth's  cloudy  sphere  ; 

And  its  rays,  through  faith's  bright  portal, 
May  illume  thy  pathway  here. 

137  s.  M. 

M)r  perfect  submission. 

I  WANT  a  heart  to  pray- 
To  pray,  and  never  cease ; 
Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 
Or  wish  my  suff'rings  less. 
This  blessing,  above  all — 

Always  to  pray — I  want ; 
Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  call, 
And  never,  never  faint. 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  145 

2  I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  single,  steady  aim, 

Unmoved  by  threat'ning  or  reward, 
To  thee  and  thy  great  name; 

A  jealous,  just  concern 
For  thine  immortal  praise ; 

A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 
And  glorify  thy  grace. 

3  I  rest  upon  thy  word ; 
The  promise  is  for  me; 

My  succor  and  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  surely  come  from  thee : 

But  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 

Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 
Into  thy  perfect  love. 

COURAGE  AND  DECISION. 
138  77,87,77,87. 

Fearless  in  the  fire  of  tribulation. 

HEAD  of  the  Church  triumphant, 
We  joyfully  adore  thee  ; 
Till  thou  appear,  thy  members  here 

Shall  sing  like  those  in  glory : 
We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices 

With  bless' d  anticipation  ; 
And  cry  aloud,  and  give  to  God 
The  praise  of  our  salvation. 
10 


146  CHRISTIAN  GEACES. 

2  Thou  dost  conduct  thy  people 
Through  torrents  of  temptation  ; 

Nor  will  we  fear,  while  thou  art  near, 

The  fire  of  tribulation  : 
The  world,  with  sin  and  Satan, 

In  vain  our  march  opposes ; 
By  thee  we  shall  break  through  them  all, 

And  sing  the  song  of  Moses. 

3  By  faith  we  see  the  glory 

To  which  thou  shalt  restore  us ; 
The  cross  despise  for  that  high  prize 

Which  thou  hast  set  before  us : 
And  if  thou  count  us  worthy. 

We  each,  as  dying  Stephen, 
Shall  see  thee  stand  at  God's  right  hand, 

To  take  us  up  to  heaven. 

139  10, 5, 11. 

Renewed  fidelity  mid  zccd. 

COME,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear  . 
His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfill, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of 
love. 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  147 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream  ;  our  time,  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away, 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 
The  arrow  is  flown,  the  moment  is  gone  ; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 

3  O  that  each,  in  the  day  of  His  coming, 

may  say 

I  have  fought  my  way  through  ;  [to  do. 

I  have  finish'd  the  work  thou  didst  give  me 

0  that  each   from  his    Lord   may  receive 

the  glad  word. 

Well  and  faithfully  done!        [throne. 

Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on   my 

140  886,  886. 

Gratitude  evinced  by  living  to  God's  glory. 

BE  it  my  only  wisdom  here. 
To  serve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear, 

With  loving  gratitude : 
Superior  sense  may  I  display, 
By  shunning  every  evil  way, 

And  walking  in  the  good. 
2  0  may  I  still  from  sin  depart; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 

Jesus,  to  me  be  given : 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know 
To  glorify  my  God  below,  '      .-, 

And  find  my  way  to  heaven. 


148  CHKISTIAN  GKACES. 

141  7s  &  6s. 

The  patioice  of  hope, 

OWHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  reign  with  him  above, 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love  ! 
When  shall  I  be  deliver'd 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in  I 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 
My  Captain's  gone  before ; 

He's  given  me  my  orders, 
And  tells  me  not  to  fear ; 

And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 
A  crown  of  life  he'll  give, 

And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 
Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 
To  conquer,  though  I  die. 

And  then  away  to  Jesus 
On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly : 

Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 
I  bid  you  all  adieu: 

And  you,  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 
And  on  your  way  pursue. 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  149 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  trials 
And  troubles  on  your  way, 

Cast  all  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray : 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love ; 
And  when  your  race  is  ended, 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

5  O  do  not  be  discouraged, 
For  Jesus  is  your  friend. 

And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend ; 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request : 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

HOPE. 

142  c.  M. 

Radiant  hope. 

OWHO,  in  such  a  world  as  this. 
Could  bear  his  lot  of  pain. 
Did  not  one  radiant  hope  of  bliss 

Unclouded  yet  remain? 
That  hope  the  sov'reign  Lord  has  given, 

Who  reigns  above  the  skies; 
Hope  that  unites  the  soul  to  heaven 
By  faith's  endearing  ties. 


150  CHRISTIAN  GEACES. 

2  Each  care,  each  ill  of  mortal  birth, 

Is  sent  in  pitying  love, 
To  lift  the  ling'ring  heart  from  earth, 

And  speed  its  flight  above. 
And  every  pang  that  wrings  the  breast, 

And  every  joy  that  dies, 
Tells  us  to  seek  a  purer  rest, 

And  trust  to  holier  ties. 

143  c.  M. 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

HAIL!  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 
Our  glowing  hearts  in  one ; 
Hail !  sacred  hope,  that  tunes  our  minds 
To  harmony  Divine. 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus''  grace  has  given ; 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  ; 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven ; 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
2  What  though  the  northern  wintry  blast 

Shall  howl  around  thy  cot ! 
What  though  beneath  an  Eastern  sun 
Be  cast  our  distant  lot! 
Yet  still  we  share  the  blissful  hope,  &c. 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  151 

3  From    Burmah's   shores,  from    Afric's 

strand, 
From  India's  burning  plain, 
From  Europe,  from  Columbia's  land, 
We  hope  to  meet  again. 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope,  &c. 

4  No  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 
Our  future  meeting  knows  ; 

There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye, 
And  home  immortal  grows, 

0  sacred  hope  !    O  blissful  hope !  &c. 

144  c.  M. 

The  full  assurance  of  hope. 

HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place ; 

1  seek  my  place  in  heaven : 

A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet,  O,  by  faith,  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 

The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

2  O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  ante-date  that  day : 


152  CHEISTIAN  GEACES. 

We  feel  the  resurrection  near — 
Our  life  in  Christ  conceal'd — 

And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 
Our  earthen  vessels  fill'd. 

3  O  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow ! 

And  when  the  vessels  break, 
Let  our  triumphant  spirits  go 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek; 
In  rapturous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me ; 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

To  all  eternity. 

145  886,  886. 

Bliss-inspiring  hope, 

COME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 
Who  still  your  bodies  feel : 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears. 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears. 
To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space. 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode ; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 


CHEISTIAN  GEACES.  153 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down : 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  blessed,  bliss-inspiring  hope ! 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up ; 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead : 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last, 

Triumphant  with  our  Head. 

5  That  great  mysterious  Deity, 
We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see ; 

The  beatific  sight 
Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praise, 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlasting  light. 

\4^Q  4s  &  6s,  orC.  M. 

Prospect  of  heaven. 

WHILE  here  I  sit 
At  Jesus'  feet, 
Amid  the  vale  of  tears ; 
I'll  trust  his  grace 
And  sing  his  praise. 
Nor  yield  to  doubts  and  fears. 


154  CHRISTIAN  GRACES. 

2  And  can  it  be 
That  I  shall  see 

My  Saviour  face  to  face? 
Forever  prove 
His  boundless  love, 

And  endless  anthems  raise  ? 

3  The  thought  shall  still 
My  musings  fill, 

By  cares  and  sorrows  press'd  ; 

The  blessed  hope 

Shall  lift  me  up — 
The  hope  of  endless  rest. 

4  When  God  appears 
To  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  pilgrim's  eye, 
What  tongue  can  tell 
The  joys  they'U  feel 

Throughout  eternity! 


147  L.  M. 

In  hope,  believing  against  hope. 

AWAY,  my  unbelieving  fear! 
Fear  shall  in  me  no  more  have  place 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear ; 
He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face : 


CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  155 

But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 
And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield? 

No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no, 
I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

3  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 
The  with'ring  fig-trees  droop  and  die. 

The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil, 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford. 

And  perish  all  the  bleating  race, 
Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 

The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 

3  In  hope,  believing  against  hope, 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  I  claim ; 
Jesus,  my  strength,  shall  lift  me  up ; 

Salvation  is  in  Jesus'  name. 
To  me  he  soon  shall  bring  it  nigh  ; 

My  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wind ; 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 


156      GROWTH  IN  GRACE  AND 

GROWTH    IN  GRACE  AND   ENTIRE 
SANCTIFICATION. 


148  L.  M. 

The  light  yoke  and  easy  burden. 

OTHAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ; 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down — 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free ; 

I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within — 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God ; 
Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove : 

The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power, 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 


ENTIRE  SANCTIFICATION.    157 

149  c.  M. 

Entire  purification. 

FOREVER  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  thy  bleeding  side  ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea — 
For  me  the  Saviour  died. 

2  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 
Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin. 

Sprinkle  me  ever  vi^ith  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own  ; 
Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art ; 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone — 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 
Till  faith  to  sight  improve  ; 

Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die. 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

150  CM. 

The  refining  fire  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 

JESUS,  thine  all-victorious  love 
Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  : 
Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
Rooted  and  fix'd  in  God. 


158      GROWTH  IN  GRACE  AND 

2  O  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire 
Might  now  begin  to  glow ; 

Burn  up  the  dross  of  base  desire, 
And  make  the  mountains  flow. 

3  O  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  fall, 
And  all  my  sins  consume  ; 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  thee  I  call ; 
Spirit  of  burning,  come. 

4  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart ; 
Illuminate  my  soul ; 

Scatter  thy  life  through  every  part. 
And  sanctify  the  whole. 

5  My  steadfast  soul,  from  falling  free, 
Shall  then  no  longer  move  ; 

While  Christ  is  all  the  world  to  me, 
And  all  my  heart  is  love. 

151  ^-  M 

Renouncing  all  for  Christ 

COME,  Saviour,  Jesus,  from  above. 
Assist  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace  ; 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 
And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place. 

2  O  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill, 
And  set  my  longing  spirit  free  ; 

Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will. 
But  night  and  day  to  feast  on  thee. 


ENTIRE  SANCTIFICATION.     159 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 
No  other  good  will  I  pursue  : 

I'll  bid  this  world  of  noise  and  show, 
With  all  its  gljtt'ring  snares,  adieu. 

4  That    path    with    humble    speed     I'll 

seek. 
In  which  my  Saviours  footsteps  shine, 
Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  speak, 
Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 

5  Henceforth  let  no  profane  delight 
Divide  this  consecrated  soul  ; 

Possess  it  thou,  who  hast  the  right, 
As  Lord  and  Master  of  the  whole. 

6  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  desire. 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breast ; 
This,  only  this,  will  I  require, 
And  freely  give  up  all  the  rest. 


152  CM. 

A  ■perfect  heart  the  Redeemer's  throne. 

OFOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  : 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood. 
So  freely  spilt  for  me  : 


160      GROVTTH  IN  GRACE  AND 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak — 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  0  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart. 
Believing,  true,  and  clean ; 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within : 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 
And  full  of  love  Divine  ; 

Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart  : 
Come  quickly  from  above  ; 

Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart — 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  love. 

153  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

Invoicing  the  'presence  of  Christ. 

COME,  my  Redeemer,  come. 
And  deign  to  dwell  with  me ; 
Come,  and  thy  right  assume. 
And  bid  my  rivals  flee; 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  thy  heart  my  lasting  home. 


ENTIRE  SANCTIFICATION.    161 

2  Exert  thy  mighty  pow'r, 
And  banish  all  my  sin; 

In  this  auspicious  hour, 
Bring  all  thy  graces  in  : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 

3  Rule  thou  in  every  thought 
And  passion  of  my  soul, 

Till  all  my  powers  are  brought 
Beneath  thy  full  control : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 

4  Then  shall  my  days  be  thine, 
And  all  my  heart  be  love  ; 

And  joy  and  peace  be  mine. 
Such  as  are  known  above  : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 

154  c.  M. 

The  believer' s  rest. 

LORD,  I  believe  a  rest  remains, 
To  all  thy  people  known ; 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  loved  alone : 
11 


162      GEOWTH  IN  GEACE  AND 

2  A  rest  where  all  our  souls'  desire 
Is  fix'd  on  things  above ; 

Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire, 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  O  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 
Believe,  and  enter  in  : 

Now,  Saviour,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin. 

4  Remove  this  hardness  from  my  heart ; 
This  unbelief  remove  ; 

To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart — 
The  Sabbath  of  thy  love. 

155  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

R^oicing  in  prospect  of  the  blessing. 

YE  ransom'd  sinners,  hear, 
The  pris'ners  of  the  Lord ; 
And  wait  till  Christ  appear, 

According  to  his  word  : 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me  ; 
We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 
2  In  God  we  put  our  trust; 

If  we  our  sins  confess. 
Faithful  is  he  and  just. 

From  all  unrighteousness 
To  cleanse  us  all,  both  you  and  me : 
We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 


ENTIRE  SANCTIFICATION.     163 

3  Surely  in  us  the  hope 
Of  glory  shall  appear  ; 

Smners,  your  heads  lift  up, 
And  see  redemption  near  : 
Again  I  say,  Rejoice  with  me  ;.]•£ 
We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  h  te. 

4  Who  Jesus'  sufF'rings  share, 
My  fellow-pris'ners  now, 

Ye  soon  the  crown  shall  wear 

On  your  triumphant  brow  : 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me  ; 
We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 

5  The  word  of  God  is  sure. 
And  never  can  remove  ; 

We  shall  in  heart  be  pure, 

And  perfected  in  love  : 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me  ; 
We  shall  from  all  our  sins  be  free. 

156  886,  886. 

The  glorious  hope, 

0  GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfect  love ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above  ; 
It  bears  on  eagles'  wings  ; 
It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 
With  Jesus'  priests  and  kings. 


164      GROWTH  IN  GRACE  AND 

2  Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope, 

I  stand,  and  from  the  mountain-top 

See  all  the  land  below  : 
Riv)?rs  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
An)  ^ ",  the  fruits  of  paradise 

'^^  .ndless  plenty  grow. 

3  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favor'd  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

AVith  every  blessing  bless'd  : 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  Righteousness, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace, 

And  everlasting  rest. 

4  0  that  I  might  at  once  go  up  ; 
No  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop, 

But  now  the  land  possess  : 
This  moment  end  my  legal  years  ; 
Sorrows  and  sins,  and  doubts  and  fears, 

A  howlins:  wilderness. 


157  CM. 

Longing  to  be  dissolved  in  love. 

JESTJS  hath  died  that  I  might  live, 
Might  live  to  God  alone ; 
In  him  eternal  life  receive, 
And  be  in  spirit  one. 


ENTIRE  SANCTIFICATION.     165 

2  Saviour,  I  thank  thee  for  the  grace, 
The  gift  unspeakable  ; 

And  wait  with  arms  of  faith  t'  embrace, 
And  all  thy  love  to  feel. 

3  My  soul  breaks  out  in  strong  desire 
The  perfect  bliss  to  prove  ; 

My  longing  heart  is  all  on  fire 
To  be  dissolved  in  love. 

4  Give  me  thyself;  from  every  boast. 
From  every  wish  set  free  ; 

Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  lost, 
But  give  thyself  to  me. 

5  Thy  gifts,  alas  !  cannot  suffice. 
Unless  thyself  be  given  ; 

Thy  presence  makes  my  paradise. 
And  where  thou  art  is  heaven, 

\^Q  8  lines  8s. 

Follotohig  the  Lamh. 

WHAT  now  is  my  object  and  aim? 
What  now  is  my  hope  and  desire? 
To  follow  the  heavenly  Lamb, 
And  after  his  image  aspire  : 
My  hope  is  all  center'd  in  thee  ; 

I  trust  to  recover  thy  love ; 

On  earth  thy  salvation  to  see. 

And  then  to  enjoy  it  above. 


166      GROWTH  IN  GRACE,  ETC. 

2  I  thirst  for  a  life-giving  God, 
A  God  that  on  Calvary  died  ; 

A  fountain  of  water  and  blood, 

That  gush'd  from  Immanuel's  side ! 

1  gasp  for  the  streams  of  thy  love, 
The  spirit  of  rapture  unknown; 

And  then  to  redrink  it  above, 
Eternally  fresh  from  the  throne. 

159  87,87,87,87. 

The  new  creation. 

LOVE  Divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling  ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion — 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation ; 
Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe^  O  breathe  thy  loving  spirit 
Into  every  troubled  breast ; 

Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit ; 

Let  us  find  that  second  rest. 
Take  away  our  bent  to  sinning ; 

Alpha  and  Omega  be; 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 


PRAISE.  167 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 
Let  us  all  thy  life  receive : 

Suddenly  return,  and  never. 
Never  more  thy  temples  leave. 

Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 
Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above, 

Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 
Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

4  Finish  then  thy  new  creation  ; 
Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be  ; 

Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation, 

Perfectly  restored  in  thee  : 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory. 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place — 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


PRAISE. 


160  c.M. 

General  invitation  to  praise  the  Redeemer. 

OFOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 


168  PRAISE. 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 
Assist  me  to  proclaim — 

To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  Name. 

3  Jesus  !  the  Name  that  charms  our  fears. 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 

'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancel'd  sin, 
He  sets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean ; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

5  He  speaks  ;  and,  list'ning  to  his  voice, 
New  life  the  dead  receive ; 

The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice ; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Hear  him,  ye  deaf;  his  praise,  ye  dumb, 
Your  loosen'd  tongues  employ  ; 

Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come ; 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 

161  87,  87. 

Glory  to  the  Lamb. 

HARK  '  the  notes  of  angels,  singing. 
Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb ! 
All  in  heaven  their  tribute  bringing, 
Raising  high  the  Saviour's  name. 


PKAISE.  169 

2  Ye  for  whom  his  life  was  given, 
Sacred  themes  to  you  belong : 

Come,  assist  the  choir  of  heaven ; 
Join  the  everlasting  song. 

3  Fill'd  with  holy  emulation, 
We  unite  with  those  above  : 

Sweet  the  theme — a  free  salvation — 
Fruit  of  everlasting  love. 

4  Endless  life  in  him  possessing, 
Let  us  praise  his  precious  name  ; 

Glory,  honor,  power,  and  blessing, 
Be  forever  to  the  Lamb. 

162  c.  M. 

All  His  works  praise  Him. 

THERE  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale, 
A  tongue  in  every  flower, 
Which  tells,  0  Lord,  the  wondrous  tale 

Of  thy  almighty  power  : 
The  birds,  that  rise  on  quiv'ring  wing, 

Proclaim  their  Maker's  praise  ; 
And  all  the  mingling  sounds  of  spring 

To  thee  an  anthem  raise. 
2  Shall  I  be  mute,  great  God,  alone 

'Mid  nature's  loud  acclaim? 
Shall  not  my  heart,  with  answering  tone. 

Breathe  forth  thy  holy  name? 


170  PKAISE. 

All  nature's  debt  is  small  to  mine  ; 

Nature  shall  cease  to  be  ; 
Thou  gavest — proof  of  love  Divine — 

Immortal  life  to  me. 


163  87,87,47. 

Halleluiah. 

OTHOU  God  of  my  ^salvation, 
My  Redeemer  from  all  sin ; 
Moved  by  thy  Divine  compassion, 
Who  hast  died  my  heart  to  win, 

I  will  praise  thee : 
Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin  1 

2  Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Saviour: 
He  hath  brought  salvation  near ; 

Manifests  his  pard'ning  favor  ; 
And  when  Jesus  doth  appear, 

Soul  and  body 
Shall  his  glorious  image  bear. 

3  While  the  angel  choirs  are  crying, 
Glory  to  the  great  I  AM, 

I  with  them  will  still  be  vieing — 
Glory  !  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 

O  how  precious 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'^^-name  I 


PRAISE.  171 

4  Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round  us, 
Unperceived  amid  the  throng ; 

Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  crown'd  us, 
Glad  to  join  the  holy  song ; 

Halleluiah, 
Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong ! 

164  4  6s  &  2  8s. 

Rejoice  evermore,  and  in  everything  give  thanks. 
■p  EJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King ; 
l\)  Your  Lord  and  King  adore  : 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

2  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns, 
The  God  of  truth  and  love ; 

When  he  had  purged  our  stains, 

He  took  his  seat  above : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,^  lift  up  your  voice ; 
lejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  oui'  Jesus  given : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 


172  PRAISE. 

4  He  sits  at  God's  right  hand 
Till  all  his  foes  submit, 

And  bow  to  his  command, 

And  fall  beneath  his  feet: 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

5  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 
And  all  our  sins  destroy  ; 

Let  every  bosom  swell 

With  pure  seraphic  joy : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

6  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 
Jesus  the  Judge  shall  come, 

And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound — Rejoice! 

165  2  12s  &  2  9s. 

COME  away  .to  the  skies.  My  beloved 
arise, 
And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wast  born ; 
On  this  festival  day,  Come  exulting  away, 
And  with  singing  to  Zion  return. 


PRAISE.  173 

2  We   have    laid    up    our   love,  And  our 

treasure  above, 
Though  our  bodies  continue  below : 
The  redeem'd  of  our  Lord,  We  remember 

his  word. 
And  with  singing  to  paradise  go. 

3  With  singing  we  praise  The  original  grace, 

By  our  heavenly  Father  bestow'd  ; 
Our  being  receive  From  his  bounty,  and  live 
To  the  honor  and  glory  of  God. 

4  For  thy  glory  we  were   First  created, 

to  share 
Both  thy  nature  and  kingdom  Divine  ; 
Now  created  again.  That  our  souls  may 

remain. 
Both  in  time  and  eternity,  thine. 

5  With  thanks  we  approve  The  design  of 

thy  love. 
Which  hath  join'd  us  in  Jesus's  name ; 
So  united  in  heart.  That  we  never  can  part, 
Till  we  meet  at  the  feast  of  the  Lamb. 

6  There,  0  there,  at  his  feet,  We  shall 

suddenly  meet. 
And  be  parted  in  body  no  more  ! 
We   shall    sing    to    our  lyres.  With  the 
heavenly  choirs. 
And  our  Saviour  in  glory  adore. 


1T4  PRAISE. 

7  Halleluiah  we  sing-,  To  our  Father  and 
And  his  rapturous  praises  repeat ;  [King, 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain,  Halleluiah 
again, 
Sing  all  heaven,  and  fall  at  his  feet! 

166  s^M. 

Glory  begun  helov\ 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

While  ye  surround  his  throne. 
Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God, 
But  servants  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joj'^s  abroad. 

2  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 
That  all  the  earth  surveys, 

That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 

And  calms  the  roaring  seas ; 
This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  Love  ; 
He  will  send  down  his  heavenly  powers. 

To  carry  us  above. 

3  There  we  shall  see  his  face. 
And  never,  never  sin ; 

There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in : 


PRAISE. 


lis 


Yea,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 

Should  constant  joys  create. 
4  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below : 
Celestial  fruit  on  earthly  ground 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow: 
Then  let  our  songs  abound. 

And  every  tear  be  dry ; 
We're    marching   through    Immanuel's 
ground, 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

Ig7  87,87,87,87. 

Hitherto  hath  the  Lord  helped  us. 

COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace : 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it; 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love ! 
2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer ; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 


176  PRAISE. 

Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 
Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God ; 

He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constraint  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee. 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it; 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

J  Q  g  8  lines  7s. 

Witnesses  for  Jesus. 

COME,  and  let  us  sweetly  join, 
Christ  to  praise  in  hymns  Divine 
Give  we  all,  with  one  accord, 
Glory  to  our  common  Lord  ; 
Hands,  and  hearts,  and  voices  raise  ; 
Sing  as  in  the  ancient  days  ; 
Ante-date  the  joys  above — 
Celebrate  the  feast  of  love. 

2  Strive  we,  in  affection  strive  ; 
Let  the  purer  flame  revive  ; 
Such  as  in  the  martyrs  glow'd, 
Dying  champions  for  their  God  : 


WATCHFULNESS.  177 

We  like  them  may  live  and  love  ; 
Call'd  we  are  their  joys  to  prove ; 
Saved  with  them  from  future  wrath ; 
Partners  of  like  precious  faith. 

3  Sing  we  then  in  Jesus'  Name, 
Now  as  yesterday  the  same  ; 
One  in  every  time  and  place, 
Full,  for  all,  of  truth  and  grace  : 
We  for  Christ,  our  Master  stand, 
Lights  in  a  benighted  land  : 
We  our  dying  Lord  confess  ; 
We  are  Jesus'  witnesses. 


WATCHFULNESS  AND  PRAYER. 

169  s.  M. 

The  spirit  of  prayer. 

THE  praying  spirit  breathe  ! 
The  watching  power  impart; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath, 

Call  off  my  peaceful  heart ; 
My  feeble  mind  sustain. 

By  worldly  thoughts  oppress'd ; 
Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again 
To  my  eternal  rest. 
12 


178  WATCHFULNESS 

2  Swift  to  my  rescue  come  ; 

Thine  own  this  moment  seize  ; 
Gather  my  wand'ring  spirit  home, 

And  keep  in  perfect  peace ; 
SufFer'd  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Arrest  the  pris'ner  of  thy  love, 

And  shut  me  up  in  God. 

170  s.  M. 

For  diligence  and  watchf-idness. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save. 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 
To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill— 
0 !  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live; 
And  O  !  thy  servant.  Lord,  prepare, 

A  strict  account  to  give. 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray. 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die. 


AND  PKAYER.  179 

171  CM. 

Communion  %oith  Ood. 

SWEET  is  the  prayer  whose  holy  strain 
In  earnest  pleading  flows  ; 
Devotion  dwells  upon  the  theme, 
And  warm  and  warmer  glows. 

2  Faith  grasps  the  blessing  she  desires ; 
Hope  points  the  upward  gaze ; 

And  love,  celestial  love,  inspires 
The  eloquence  of  praise. 

3  But  sweeter  far  the  still  small  voice, 
Unheard  by  human  ear. 

When  God  has  made  the  heart  rejoice, 

And  dried  the  bitter  tear. 
•i  No  accents  flow,  no  words  ascend  ; 

All  utt'rance  faileth  there  ; 
But  God  himself  doth  comprehend, 

And  answer  silent  prayer. 

\  72  4s  &  7s  or  8s  &  7s. 

Prayer  for  forgiveness. 

SAVIOUR,  hear  us 
Through  thy  merit, 
Lowly  bending  at  thy  feet ; 
O,  draw  near  us 
By  thy  Spirit, 
Prostrate  at  the  mercy-seat. 
O,  draw  near,  &c. 


180  WATCHFULNESS 

2  Wretched,  sinful, 

And  unworthy  ; 
Sick,  and  poor,  and  deaf,  and  blind 
Oft  unmindful 
While  before  thee, 
Of  our  need  of  such  a  Friend. 
Oft  unmindful,  &c. 

3  O,  how  precious 

Is  the  favor 
Of  forgiveness  through  thy  blood : 
Come,  thou  gracious, 
Bleeding  Saviour, 
Be  our  Advocate  with  God. 
Come,  thou  gracious,  &c. 

4  For  the  joys 

Of  thy  salvation. 
Still  we  raise  our  cries  to  thee ; 
Hear  the  voice 

Of  supplication. 
Set  our  souls  at  liberty. 
Hear  the  voice,  &c. 

J  7  3  4:  lines  Is. 

Weak  and  helpless. 

SON  of  God,  thy  blessing  grant; 
Still  supply  my  every  want ; 
Tree  of  life,  thine  influence  shed  ; 
From  thy  fullness  I  am  fed. 


AND  PRAYER.  181 

2  Tend'rest  branch,  alas  !  am  I — 
Wither  without  thee  and  die ; 
Weak  as  helpless  infancy  : 

0,  confirm  my  soul  in  thee ! 

3  Unsustain'd  by  thee,  I  fall  ; 
Send  the  help  for  which  I  call : 
Weaker  than  a  bruised  reed, 
Help  I  every  moment  need. 

4  All  my  hopes  on  thee  depend ; 
Love  me,  save  me  to  the  end ; 
Give  me  persevering  grace ; 
Take  the  everlasting  praise. 

174  c.  M. 

Secret  devotion. 

FAR  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far, 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 
W^ith  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 

xlnd  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 
And  grace  her  mean  abode, 

O !  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God ! 


182  WATCHFULNESS 

4  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 
Her  solitary  lays  ! 

Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life, 
Sweet  Source  of  light  Divine ! 

And — all  harmonious  names  in  one — 
Bless'd  Saviour,  thou  art  mine. 

175  CM. 

For  a  tender  conscience. 

I  WANT  a  principle  within. 
Of  jealous,  godly  fear  ; 
A  sensibility  of  sin — 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near : 

1  want  the  first  approach  to  feel, 
Of  pride,  or  fond  desire  ; 

To  catch  the  wand'ring  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

2  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 
No  more  thy  goodness  grieve. 

The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience,  give. 

Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 
0  God,  my  conscience  make ! 

Awake  my  soul,  when  sin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 


AND  PKAYER.  183 

3  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove  ; 
And  let  me  weep  my  life  away 

For  having  grieved  thy  love. 
O  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well-instructed  soul, 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again. 

Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 

176  7s. 

The  hour  of  prayer. 

CHILD,  amid  the  flowers  at  play, 
While  the  red  light  fades  away ; 
Mother^  with  thine  earnest  eye 
Ever  following  silently  ; 
Father,  by  the  breeze  of  eve 
Call'd  thy  harvest  work  to  leave ; 
Pray !  ere  yet  the  dark  hours  be, 
Lift  the  heart  and  bend  the  knee ! 

2   Traveler,  in  the  stranger's  land, 
Far  from  thine  own  household  band ; 
Mourner,  haunted  by  the  tone 
Of  a  voice  from  this  world  gone  ; 
Captive,  in  whose  narrow  cell 
Sunshine  hath  no  leave  to  dwell ; 
Sailor,  on  the  darkening  sea — 
Lift  the  head  and  bend  the  knee  ! 


184:  WATCHFULNESS 

3   Warrior,  that  from  battle  won 
Breathest  now  at  set  of  sun  ! 
Woman,  o'er  the  lowly  slain 
Weeping  on  his  burial  plain : 
Ye  that  triumph,  ye  that  sigh, 
Kindred  by  one  holy  tie, 
Heaven's  first  star  alike  ye  see — 
Lift  the  heart  and  bend  the  knee ! 

177  lis. 

The  bower  of  prayer. 

TO  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neigh- 
bors to  part. 
And   go   from  my  home,  affects  not  my 

heart, 
Like  the  thought  of  absenting  myself  for 

a  day, 
From  that  bless'd  retreat  where  I've  chosen 
to  pray. 

2  Sweet  bower,  where  the  pine  and  the 

poplar  have  spread. 
And  woven  their  branches  a  roof  o'er  my 

head, 
How  oft  I  have  knelt   on  the  evergreen 

there, 
And  pour'd  out  my  soul  to  my  Saviour 

in  prayer. 


AND  PRAYER.  185 

3  The  early,  shrill  notes  of  a  loved  night- 

ingale, 
That  dwelt  in   the  bower,  I  observed  as 

my  bell. 
To  call  me  to  duty,  while  birds  in  the  air 
Sung  anthems   of  praises    as  I  went  to 

prayer. 

4  'Twas  under  the  covert  of  that  pleasant 

grove, 
That  Jesus  was  pleased  my  guilt   to   re- 
move ; 
Presented  himself  as  the  only  true  way 
Of  life  and  salvation,  and   taught  me   to 
pray. 

5  How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs  perfumed 

by  the  pine, 
The  ivy,  the  balsam,  and  wild  eglantine  ; 
But  sweeter,  0  sweeter  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer. 

6  For  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  oft  deigned  to 

meet, 
And  bless  with  his  presence  my  humble 

retreat ; 
Oft  fill'd  me  with  raptures  and  blessedness 

there, 
Inditing,  in  heaven's  own  language,  my 

prayer. 


186  WATCHFULNESS 

7  Dear  bower,  I  must  leave  you,  and  bid 

you  adieu, 
And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  that  are 

new ; 
Well  knowing  my  Saviour  resides  ev'ry- 

where. 
And   can    in   all   places   give   answer   to 

prayer. 

8  Although    I    shall    never    revisit    the 

shade. 
Yet  oft  shall  I  think  of  the  vows  I  have 

made ; 
And  while    at   a   distance  my  mind   will 

repair 
To  the  place  where  my  Saviour  first  an- 

swer'd  my  prayer. 

178  L-  M. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

SWEET  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of 
prayer ! 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
And  bids  me,  at  my  Father's  throne, 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known. 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare, 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 


AND  PRAYER.  187 

2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of 

prayer ! 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 
To  Him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless. 
And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 
Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

3  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !   sweet  hour  of 

prayer ! 
May  I  thy  consolations  share, 
Till  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height 
I  view  my  heaven,  and  at  the  sight 
Put  off  this  robe  of  flesh,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize  ; 
Shouting,  as  I  pass  through  the  air. 
Farewell !  farewell !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

179  886,886. 

Longing  to  he  at  the  right  hand  of  God. 

WHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt 
come. 
To  call  thy  ransom'd  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  1 


188  WATCHFULNESS 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought  ? 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  1 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace  ; 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding-place, 

In  this  th'  accepted  day : 
Thy  pard'ning  voice,  0,  let  me  hear ! 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear  ; 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found. 
Whene'er    the    archangel's    trump    shall 

sound. 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  : 
Then,  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  saving  grace. 

180  L.M. 

For  the  Saviour's  protection. 

JESUS,  I  fain  would  walk  in  thee, 
From  nature's  every  path  retreat ; 
Thou  art  my  Way — my  Leader  be, 
And  set  upon  the  rock  my  feet. 


AND  PRAYER.  189 

2  Uphold  me,  Saviour,  or  I  fall ; 

0  reach  me  out  thy  gracious  hand : 
Only  on  thee  for  help  I  call — 

Only  by  faith  in  thee  I  stand. 


181  6  liyies  8s. 

Wrestling  Jacob.     I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

COME,  0  thou  traveler  unknown, 
Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see  ; 
My  company  before  is  gone. 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee : 
With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay. 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  I  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am  ; 
My  sin  and  misery  declare  ; 

Thyself  hath  call'd  me  by  my  name  ; 

Look  on  thy  hands,  and  read  it  there  : 
But  who,  I  ask  thee,  who  art  thou  1 
Tell  me  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 

3  In  vain  thou  strugglest  to  get  free  ; 
I  never  will  unloose  my  hold  : 

Art  thou  the  man  that  died  for  me  1 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold  : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 


190        TTATCHFULNESS,  ETC. 

182  p.  M. 

Prayer,  sweet  prayer. 

WHEN  torn  is  the  bosom  by  sorrow 
or  care, 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like 

prayer  ; 
It  eases  and  softens,  subdues,  yet  sustains, 
Gives  vigor  to  hope,  and  puts  passion  in 
chains. 
Prayer,  prayer,  O,  sweet  prayer  ! 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there''s  nothing  like 
prayer. 

2  When  far  from  the  friends  we  hold  dear- 

est we  part, 

What  fond  recollections  still  cling  to  the 
heart — 

Past  converse,   past   scenes,   past   enjoy- 
ments are  there, 

O,  how  painfully  pleasing!    'tis  hallow'd 
by  prayer. 
Prayer,  prayer,  O,  sweet  prayer !  &c. 

3  When    pleasure    would   woo    us    from 

piety's  arms, 

The  siren  sings  sweetly,  or  silently  charms, 

We  listen,  and  loiter,  are  caught  in  the  snare, 

But  looking  to  Jesus,  we  conquer  by  prayer. 

Prayer,  prayer,  O,  sweet  prayer  I  &c. 


CHRISTIAN  LIFE.  l91 

4  While    strangers    to    prayer,    we    are 

strangers  to  bliss, 
Heaven  pours  its  full  streams  through  no 

medium  but  this ; 
And  till  we  the  seraph's  full  ecstasy  share, 
Our  chalice   of  joy  must  be  guarded  by 

prayer. 
Prayer,  prayer,  O,  sweet  prayer  !  &c. 


EMBLEMS  Of  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 


A  WARFARE. 

183  s.M. 

Perseverance. 

MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard ; 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  wato.h,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 

And  help  Divine  implore. 


-H^  EMBLEMS  OF 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 
Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  ; 

The  work  of  faith  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  obtain  the  crown. 

4  Then  persevere  till  death 
Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  , 

He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath. 
To  his  Divine  abode. 

184  c.  M. 

Faith  sees  the  final  triumph. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb, 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease  ; 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas'? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Since  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign, 
Increase  my  courage.  Lord  ; 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 


CHKISTIAN  LIFE.  193 

6  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar — 
By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

When  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 

The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


A  PILGRIMAGE. 
185  10s  &  lis. 

Sojourning  at  Mar  ah.   Exodus  xv,  23-27. 

ENCAMP'D  by  the  waters  of  suffering 
and  grief, 
My  comforts  embitter'd,  I  cry  for  relief; 
My  sandals   are  ready,  I  wait  the    com- 
mand 
To  march    on    my  journey    to    Canaan's 
land. 

2  But  if  by  the  waters  of  Marah  I  stay, 
I'll  patiently  drink  of  them  day  after  day. 
If  thou,  my  kind  Guide,  wilt  but  cast  in 

the  tree 
Of  promise,  and  render  them  sweet  unto 

me. 

13 


194  EMBLEMS  OF 

3  Bereavements    repeated    of  friendships 

so  dear, 
Have  render'd  quite  lonely  my  residence 

here  ; 
And  but  for  the    loved  ones  who  need  I 

should  stay, 
I  could  wish  that  my  Father  would  beckon 

away. 

4  I  know  that  afflictions  in  kindness  are 

given, 
To  wean  from  the  present,  and  point  me 

to  heaven ; 
And  the  bitterest  sorrow  is  sweeten'd  tome, 
By  the    branch,  stem,  and   root   of  life's 

healing  tree. 

5  My  future  1  know  not,  but  look  to  my 

Guide, 
And  this  gives  contentment — "  The  Lord 

will  provide." 
Perhaps  on  to  Elim  my  way  may  be  made, 
To  w^ells  fiird  with  comforts,  and  palm- 
trees  of  shade. 

6  I  wall  not  be  anxious  or  careful  to  know 
How  much  tribulation  awaits  me  below ; 
'Tis  enough  that  the  Lamb  in  the  midst 

of  the  throne 
Shall  feed  me  in  heaven  as  one  of  his  own. 


OHEISTIAN  LIFE.  19S 

186  c.  M. 

A  pilgrim. 

WHITHER  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 
Passing  through  this  darksome  vale  ? 
Know'st  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger, 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 
No!  Pm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 
Halleluiah  !  halleluiah  ! 

2  Pilgrim  thou  dost  justly  call  me, 
Traveling  through  this  lonely  void  ; 

But  no  ill  shall  e'er  befall  me, 
While  I'm  bless'd  with  such  a  Guide. 
0/  Tm  bound  for*  the  kingdom,  &c. 

3  Such  a  Guide !  no  guide  attends  thee, 
Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise  ; 

If  some  guardian  power  defend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

O  !  Tm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

4  Yes,  unseen  ;   but  still,  believe  me. 
Such  a  Guide  my  steps  attend ; 

He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me. 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end  ; 

For  Tm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 


196  EMBLEMS  OF 

5  Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 
Darkly  rolling  through  the  vale ; 

Should  its  boisterous  waves  roll  o'er  thee. 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  ? 
No  I  Fm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

6  No  ;  that  stream  hath  nothing  frightful ; 
To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend  ; 

Thence  to  plunge  'twill  be  delightful ; 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 

For  Fm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  &c. 

187  4  lines  7s. 

The  •pilgrivrii  song. 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  we  journey  let  us  sing  ; 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise. 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 
Victory,  victory, 
When  we'^ve  gained  the  victory, 
O  how  happy  we  shall  be. 
When  we''ve  gaiji^d  the  victory. 

2  We  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 
Victory,  &c. 


CHEISTIAN  LIFE.  197 

3  0  ye  banish'd  seed,  be  glad; 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made : 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

Victory,  &c. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undismay'd  go  on. 

Victory,  Sic. 

5  Lord!  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below : 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

188  p-  M. 

Here  is  no  rest. 

HERE  o'er  the   earth  as   a  stranger  I 
roam, 
Here  is  no  rest,  here  is  no  rest ; 
Here  as  a  pilgrim  I  wander  alone, 

Yet  I  am  blest,  I  am  blest ; 
For  I  look  forward  to  that  glorious  day. 
When  sin  and  sorrow  will  vanish  away  ; 
My  heart  doth  leap  while  I  hear  Jesus  say, 
There,  there  is  rest,  there  is  rest. 


I98  EMBLEMS  OF 

2  Here  fierce  temptations  beset  me  around, 
Here  is  no  rest,  here  is  no  rest ; 

Here  I  am  grieved  while  my  foes  me  sur- 
round ; 

Yet  I  am  blest,  I  am  blest ; 
Let  them  revile  me,  and  scoff  at  my  name, 
Laugh  at  my  weeping,  endeavor  to  shame  : 
1  will  go  forward,  for  this  is  my  theme, 

There,  there  is  rest,  there  is  rest. 

3  Here  are  afflictions  and  trials  severe  ; 
Here  is  no  rest,  here  is  no  rest ; 

Here  I  must  part  with  the  friends  I  hold 

dear. 
Yet  I  am  blest,  I  am  blest  : 
Sweet  is  the  promise  I  read  in  his  word, 
Blessed  are  they  who  have  died  in  the  Lord; 
They   have   been   call'd  to  receive   their 

reward  ; 
There,  there  is  rest,  there  is  rest. 

4  This  world  of  cares  is  a  wilderness  state, 
Here  is  no  rest,  here  is  no  rest ; 

Here  I  must  bear  from  the  world  all  its  hate, 
.  Yet  I  am  blest,  I  am  blest ; 
Soon  shall  I  be  from  the  wicked  released, 
Soon  shall  the  weary  forever  be  blest, 
Soon  shall  I  lean  upon  Jesus's  breast, 
There,  there  is  rest,  there  is  rest. 


CHEISTIAN  LIFE.  199 

189  p-  M. 

I  have  started  for  Canaan, 

I  HAVE  started  for  Canaan,  must  I  leave 
you  behind? 
Will  you  not  go  with  me  ?  Come,  make  up 

your  mind : 
The  land  lies  before  us,  'tis  pleasant  to  view ; 
Its  fruits  are  abundant,  they  are  ofFer'd  to 
you. 
Come,  come,  friends  ;  friends,  come ; 
Fve  started  for  Canaan,  O !  luill  you  not 
come  ? 

2  What  can  tempt  you  to  linger,   or  turn 

from  the  way  1 
The  fields  are  all  blooming,  as  blooming 

as  May. 
The  music  is  charming,  the  harmony  pure  ; 
The  joys  there  are  lasting,  they  ever  endure. 
Come,  &c. 

3  You  have  friends  in  that  country,  most 

dear  to  your  heart. 
Do   you   not  wish    to    meet  them,  where 

friends  never  part  ? 
Then  start  in  a  moment,  no  longer  delay ; 
While  you  stop  to  consider,  the  night  ends 

the  day. 
Come,  &c. 


200  EMBLEMS  OF 

4  'Tis  the  last  call  of  mercy,  0  !  turn, 
lest  you  die  ;  [he  is  nigh  : 

Give   your   heart    to  the   Saviour,  to-day 

While  his  arms  are  extended,  while  his 
children  all  pray,  [us  to-day. 

Will  you  not  join  our  number  ?  Come,  join 
Come,  &c. 

190  87,87,47. 

The  pilgrim! s  guide  and  guardian. 

r\  UIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
\X  Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land : 

1  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 
Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through : 

Strong  Deliv'rer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  : 

Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current ; 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


CHRISTIAN  LIFE.  201 

191  7s  &  4s. 

The  lonely  traveler. 

I'M  a  lonely  trav'ler  here, 
Weary,  oppress'd  ; 
But  my  journey's  end  is  near — 

Soon  I  shall  rest! 
Dark  and  dreary  is  the  way, 

Toiling  I've  come; 
Ask  me  not  with  you  to  stay  ; 
Yonder's  my  home. 

2  I'm  a  weary  trav'ler  here, 

I  must  go  on, 
For  my  journey's  end  is  near — 

I  must  be  gone. 
Brighter  joys  than  earth  can  give, 

Win  me  away  ; 
Pleasures  that  forever  live — 

I  cannot  stay. 

3  I'm  a  trav'ler  to  a  land 

Where  all  is  fair  ; 
Where  is  seen  no  broken  band — 

All,  all  are  there. 
Where  no  tear  shall  ever  fall, 

Nor  heart  be  sad  ; 
Where  the  glory  is  for  all, 

And  all  are  glad. 


202  EMBLEMS  OF 

4  I'm  a  trav'ler,  and  I  go 

Where  all  is  fair ; 
Farewell,  all  I've  loved  below — 

I  must  be  there. 
Worldly  honors,  hopes,  and  gain, 

All  I  resign ; 
Welcome,  sorrow,  grief,  and  pain, 

If  heav'n  be  mine. 

5  I'm  a  trav'ler — call  me  not — 

Upward  my  way ; 
Yonder  is  my  rest  and  lot ; 

I  cannot  stay. 
Farewell,  earthly  pleasures  all, 

Pilgrim  I'll  roam ; 
Hail  me  not — in  vain  you  call — 

Yonder's  my  home. 

192  L.  M. 

The  happy  2n^grim. 

HOW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot! 
Tm  hound  for  the  land  of  Canaan 
How  free  from  every  anxious  thought ! 
Fm  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

O  Canaan,  bright  Canaan. 
Fm  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan; 
O  Canaan,  it  is  my  happy  home, 
Tm  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 


CHRISTIAN"  LIFE.  203 

2  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own  ; 
A  stranger,  to  the  world  unknown. 

O  Canaan,  &c. 

3  I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
And  seek  a  city  out  of  sight. 

O  Canaan,  &c. 

4  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair, 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there. 

O  Canaan,  &c. 

5  If  you  get  there  before  I  do. 

Look  out  for  me,  I'm  coming  too.         . 
O  Canaan,  &c. 

6  I  have  some  friends,  before  me  gone, 
And  I'm  resolved  to  travel  on. 

O  Canaan,  &c. 

7  Our  songs  of  praise  shall  fill  the  skies, 
While  higher  still  our  joys  they  rise. 

O  Canaan,  &c. 

193  P.M. 

I'm  a  pilgrim. 

I'M  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night! 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 

To  where  the  streamlets  are  overflowing. 
Tm  a  pilgrim,  and  Tm  a  stranger ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 


204  EMBLEMS  OF 

2  Of  that  city  to  which  I  journey, 

My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  the  light; 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing ; 
Nor  any  tears,  nor  any  dying. 
Fm  a  pilgrim,  &c. 

3  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining ; 

0  !  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart  is 

there  ; 
Here  in  this  country,  so  dark  and  dreary, 

1  long  have  wander'd,  forlorn  and  weary. 

Fm  a  pilgrim,  &c. 

4  Father,  mother,  and  sister,  brother. 

If  you  will  not  journey  with  me,  I  must  go  ; 
For    since  your  vain   hope  you  still  will 

cherish, 
Should  I,  too,  linger,  and  with  you  perish? 

Fm  a  pilgrim,  &c. 

5  Farewell,    neighbors,   with    tears    I've 

warn'd  you  ; 
I  must  leave  you,  I  must  leave  you,  and 

be  gone  ; 
With  this  your  portion,  your  heart's  desire, 
Why  will  you  perish  in  raging  fire  1 
Fm  a  pilgrim,  &c. 


CHRISTIAN"  LIFE.  206 

6  Farewell,  dreary  earth,  by  sin  so  blighted, 
In  immortal  beauty  soon  you'll  be  array'd  ; 
For  He  who  form'd  thee  will  soon  restore 

thee, 
Frem  sin  and  death,  to  praise  and  glory. 
Fm  a  pilgrim,  &c. 

194  c.  M. 

At  evening  time  it  shall  be  light. 

WE  journey  through  a  vale  of  tea*. 
By  many  a  cloud  o'ercast ; 
And  worldly  cares,  and  worldly  fears, 
Go  with  us  to  the  last. 

2  Not  to  the  last !    Thy  word  hath  said, 
Could  we  but  read  aright. 

Poor  pilgrim,  lift  in  hope  thy  head ; 
At  eve  it  shall  be  light ! 

3  Though    earth-born   shadows   now  may 
Thy  thorny  path  a  while,  [shroud 

God's  blessed  word  can  part  each  cloud, 
And  bid  the  sunshine  smile. 

4  Only  believe,  in  living  faith. 
His  love  and  power  Divine; 

And  ere  thy  sun  shall  set  in  death, 
His  light  shall  round  thee  shine. 


206  EMBLEMS  OF 

6  When  tempest  clouds  are  dark  on  high, 

His  bow  of  love  and  peace 
Shines  sweetly  in  the  vaulted  sky, 

A  pledge  that  storms  shall  cease. 

6  Hold  on  thy  way,  with  hope  unchill'd, 

By  faith,  and  not  by  sight, 
And  thou  shalt  own  his  word  fulfiU'd — 

At  eve  it  shall  be  light. 


1%. 


A  RACE. 


The  race  for  glory. 


C.  M. 


AWAKE,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve. 
And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 

'Tis  he  whose  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod. 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 


CHRISTIAN  LIFE.  207 

4  Bless'd  Saviour  !  introduced  by  thee, 

Our  race  have  we  begun  ; 
And  crowned  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 

We'll  lay  our  trophies  down. 


A  VOYAGE. 

196  s.  M. 

Walki?ig  by  faith. 

IF,  on  a  quiet  sea, 
T'ward  heaven  we  calmly  sail,^ 
With  grateful  hearts,  0  God,  to  thee. 
We'll  own  the  fav'ring  gale. 

2  But  should  the  surges  rise, 
And  Test  delay  to  come, 

Bless'd  be  the  sorrow,  kind  the  storm, 
Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 

3  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 
All  yield  to  thy  control  : 

Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 
Th^-  midnight  of  the  soul. 

4  Teach  us,  in  every  state, 
To  make  thy  will  our  own  ; 

And  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  live  by  faith  alone. 


208  EMBLEMS  OF 

197  6s  &  8s. 

The  Ohristian^s  spiritual  voyage. 

JESUS,  at  thy  command 
I  launch  into  the  deep, 
And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep ; 
For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wise  ; 
^  My  compass  is  thy  word: 
^R[y  soul  each  storm  defies. 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord ! 
I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 
Through  all  my  passage  lie. 

Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye  : 
My  anchor  hope  shall  firm  abide, 
And  I  each  boisterous  storm  outride. 

4  By  faith  I  see  the  land —  *^ 
The  port  of  endless  rest : 

My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 
And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast! 
O,  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore. 
Where  winds  and  waves  distress  no  more. 


CHKISTIAN  LIFE.  209 

6  Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 
And  storms  forbear  to  toss, 

Be  thou,  dear  Lord  !  still  nigh, 
Lest  I  should  suffer  loss : 

For  more  the  treacherous  calm  I  dread, 

Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

6  Come,  Holy  Ghost !  and  blow 
A  prosperous  gale  of  grace ; 

Waft  me  from  all  below 

To  heaven,  my  destined  place ! 

Then,  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find,|JP 

And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 

198  '- 

Y^gL    "Follmo  tne." 
OYAGER  on  life's  troubled  sea, 
Sailing  to  eternity, 
Turn  from  earthly  things  away ; 
Vain  they  are,  and  brief  their  stay ; 
Chaining  down  to  earth  the  heart. 
Nothing  lasting  they  impart ; 
Voyage|^  what  are  they  to  thee  1 
Leave  mem  all,  and  "follow  me." 

2  Traveler  on  the  road  of  life. 
Seeking  pleasure,  finding  strife, 
'   Know,  the  world  can  never  give 
^  Aught  on  which  the  soul  can  live. 
U 


210  EMBLEMS  OF 

Grasp  not  riches,  seek  not  fame, 
Shining  dust  and  sounding  name  ; 
Traveler  !  what  are  they  to  thee  ? 
Leave  them  all,  and  "  follow  me." 

3  Pilgrim  through  this  vale  of  tears, 
Banish  all  thy  doubts  and  fears  ; 
Lift  thine  eyes — a  heaven's  above ! 
Think,  there  dwells  a  God  of  love ; 
Wouldst  thou  favor  with  him  find "? 
Keep  his  counsels  in  thy  mind  : 

flgrim  !  much  he's  done  for  thee ; 
ilt  thou  then  not  "  follow  me"?" 

4  Wanderer  from  the  Father's  throne, 
Hasten  back,  thy  erring  own  ; 

Turn — thy  path  leads  not  l^heaven  ; 
Turn — thy  faults  will  be  fo^ven  ; 
Turn,  and  let  thy  songs  of  praise 
Mingle  with  angelic  lays. 
Wanderer,  have  they  charms  for  thee  % 
Yes,  they  have ;  then  "  follow  me." 

199  ^M. 

"  Follow  me:'         ^ 
*^  ll/TY  Saviour,  can  I  follow  thee, 

If-L     When  all  is  dark  before? 
While  midnight  rests  upon  the  sea, 
How  can  I  reach  the  shore? 


CHEISTIAN  LIFE.  211 

2  O  let  thy  Star  of  Love  but  shine, 
Though  with  a  feeble  ray ; 

'Twill  gild  the  edge  of  every  wave, 
And  light  my  gloomy  way. 

3  Then  gladly  will  I  follow  Thee, 
Though  hurricanes  appear, 

Singing  sweet  carols  o'er  the  sea, 
A  cheerful  mariner. 


200      i  p.^ 

Vain  loorld,  adieu. 

WHEN  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer, 
Anj^seas  are  calm,  and  skies  are  clear. 
And  fallen  lively  exercise. 
And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise. 
The  soul  for  joy  then  claps  her  wings, 
xlnd  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings. 
Vain  world,  adieu. 

2  With  cheerful  hopes  her  eyes  explore 
Each  JJidmark  on  the  distant  shore  ; 
The  trees  of  life,  the  pa'stures  green, 
The  golden  streets,  the  crystal  stream ; 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
Vain  world,  adieu. 


212  VICISSITUDES  OF 

3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
More  eager  all  her  powers  expand ; 
With  steady  helm  and  free  bent  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  vail ; 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 
Glory  to  God  I 


VICISSITUDES  OE  CHKISTIAN  LIFE. 


AFFLICTION. 
201  8  lines  8s. 

Happiness  of  those  xohom  God  coia^teth. 

HOW  happy  the  sorrowful  man, 
Whose  sorrow  is  sent  from  above ! 
Indulged  with  a  visit  of  pain — 

Chastised  by  omnipotent  love  ; 
The  Author  of  all  his  distress 

He  comes  by  affliction  to  know, 
And  God  he  in  heaven  shall  bles^j^ 
That  ever  he  suffer'd  below.      ^* 

2  Thus,  thus  may  I  happily  grieve, 
And  bear  the  intent  of  his  rod ; 

The  marks  of  adoption  receive — 
The  strokes  of  a  merciful  God : 


CHRISTIAN  LIFE.  213 

With  nearer  access  to  his  throne, 

My  burden  of  folly  confess ; 
The  cause  of  my  miseries  own, 

And  cry  for  an  answer  of  peace. 

3  0  Father  of  mercies,  on  me, 
On  me,  in  affliction,  bestow 

A  power  of  applying  to  thee — 
A  sanctified  use  of  my  woe  : 

I  would,  in  a  spirit  of  prayer, 
To  all  thy  appointments  submit ; 

The  pledge  of  my  happiness  bear,  ^ 
And  joyfully  die  at  thy  feet. 

4  Then,  Father,  and  never  till  then, 
I  all  the  felicity  prove. 

Of  living  a  moment  in  pain — 

Of  dying  in  Jesus's  love  : 
A  sufferer  here  with  my  Lord, 

With  Jesus  above  I  sit  dov/n ; 
Receive  an  eternal  reward. 

And  glory  obtain  in  a  crown, 

20%  C.  M. 

Goodness  and  mercy. 

LET  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 
Thou  sov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  strength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 


214  VICISSITUDES  OF 

2  When  sorrows  bow  the  spirit  down, 
When  virtue  lies  distress'd 

Beneath  the  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourner  rest. 

3  Thou  know'st  the  pains  thy  servants  feel, 
Thou  hear'st  thy  children's  cry  ; 

And  their  best  wishes  to  fulfill. 
Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

4  Thy  mercy  never  shall  remove 
!Bfem  men  of  heart  sincere  ; 

Thou  sav'st  the  souls  whose  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

5  My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  thy  praise, 
And  spread  thy  fame  abroad; 

Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 
The  honors  of  their  God. 

203  lis. 

My  rest  is  in  heaven. 

MY  rest  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here  ; 
Then   why   should    I  tremble  when 
trials  are  near? 
Be   hush'd,  my  sad  spirit,  the  worst  that 

can  come 
But  shortens  thy  journey,  and  hastens  thee 
home. 


CHEISTIAN  LIFE.  215 

2  It  is  not  for  me  to  be  seeking  my  bliss, 
Or  building   my   hopes  in  a  region  like 

this  ; 
I  look  for  a   city  that    hands  have   not 

piled, 
I  pant  for  a  country  by  sin  undefiled. 

3  The   thorn    and    the  thistle  around   me 

may  grow, 
I  would  not  lie  down  upon  roses  below ; 
I  ask  not  my  portion,  I  seek  not  my  rest, 
Till  I  find  them  forever  on  Jesus's  b]q|p,st. 

4  Afflictions  may  press   me,  they  cannot 

destroy — 
One  glimpse    of  his  love  turns  them  all 

into  joy  ; 
And  the  bitterest  tears,  if  he  smile  but  on 

them, 
Like  dew  in  the  sunshine,  grow  diamond 

and  gem. 

5  Let  doubt,  then,  and  danger   my  prog- 

ress oppose. 
They  only  make  heaven   more   sweet  at 

its  close  ; 
Come  joy,  or  come  sorrow,  whate'er  may 

befall, 
An  hour  with  my  Saviour  will  make  up 

for  all. 


216  YICISSITCTDES  OF 

6  A  scrip  on  my  back,  and  a  staflf  in  my 

hand, 
I  march  on  in  haste,  through  an  enemy's 

land ; 
The  road  may  be  rough,  but  it  cannot  be 

long, 
And   I'll    smooth   it  with   hope,    and    I'll 

cheer  it  with  song. 

204  CM. 

Tne  only  solace  in  sorrow. 
'   THOU  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 


0 


How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee. 

2  The  friends  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 
When  winter  comes,  are  flown ; 

And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

3  But  Christ  can  heal  that  broken  heart, 
Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 

Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part. 
Breathes  sweetness  out  of  woe. 

4  O  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 
Did  not  His  wing  of  love 

Come  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom, 
Our  peace-branch  from  above. 


CHKISTIAN  LIFE.  217 

5  Then   sorrow,  touch'd   by  Him,   grows 
bright. 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light, 

We  never  saw  by  day. 

TEMPTATION". 
205  6  lines  7s. 

Christ  an  example  in  suffering. 
r^O  to  dark  Gethsemane, 
vX   Ye  who  feel  the  tempter's  power ; 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see  ; 

Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour ; 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  from  him  to  watch  and  pray. 

2  See  him  at  the  judgment-hall. 
Beaten,  bound,  reviled,  arraign'd  ; 

See  him  meekly  bearing  all ! 

Love  to  man  his  soul  sustain'd ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss, 
Learn  of  Christ  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  view, 
There  the  Lord  of  glory  see. 

Made  a  sacrifice  for  you. 

Dying  on  the  accursed  tree  : 
"  It  is  finish'd  !"  hear  him  cry  : 
Trust  in  Christ,  and  learn  to  die. 


218  VICISSITUDES  OF 

4  To  the  rocky  tomb  repair, 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay ; 

Angels  kept  their  vigils  there — 
Who  hath  taken  him  away  1 

"  Christ  is  risen,"  he  seeks  the  skies ; 

Saviour  !  teach  us  so  to  rise. 

206  8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

Cast  down,  yet  hoping. 

OMY  soul !  what  means  this  sadness  % 
Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down? 
Let  thy  griefs  be  turn'd  to  gladness, 
Bid  thy  restless  fears  begone  : 

Look  to  Jesus ; 
Put  thy  trust  in  him  alone. 

2  What  though  Satan's  strong  temptations 
Vex  thy  spirit  day  by  day  ; 

And  thy  sinful  inclinations 
Often  fill  thee  with  dismay? 

Thou  shalt  conquer ; 
Faith  in  Christ  shall  win  the  day. 

3  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 
Fiends  without,  and  foes  within ; 

Jesus  lives  ;  he'll  ne'er  forget  thee ; 
He  will  save  thee  from  all  sin  : 

He  is  faithful ; 
None  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 


CHRISTIAN  LIFE.  219 

4  Though  afflictions  now  attend  thee, 
And  thou  tread'st  a  thorny  road, 

His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee, 
He  will  bring  thee  home  to  God : 

Therefore  praise  him, 
Trav'ling  to  his  bless'd  abode. 

207  886,  886. 

For  power  over  temptation. 

HELP,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly, 
And  still  my  tempted  soul  stand  by 
Throughout  the  evil  day ; 
The  sacred  watchfulness  impart. 
And  keep  the  issues  of  my  heart. 
And  stir  me  up  to  pray. 

2  My  soul  with  thy  whole  armor  arm ; 
In  each  approach  of  sin,  alarm. 

And  show  the  danger  near : 
Surround,  sustain,  and  strengthen  me, 
And  fill  with  godly  jealousy 

And  sanctifying  fear. 

3  Whene'er  my  careless  hands  hang  down, 
0  let  me  see  thy  gath'ring  frown, 

And  feel  thy  warning  eye  : 
And  starting,  cry,  from  ruin's  brink, 
Save,  Jesus,  or  I  yield,  I  sink  : 

O  save  me,  or  I  die. 


220  VICISSITUDES  OF 

4  If  near  the  pit  1  rashly  stray, 
Before  I  wholly  fall  away, 

The  keen  conviction  dart ; 
Recall  me  by  that  pitying  look — 
That  kind,  upbraiding  glance,  which  broke 

Unfaithful  Peter's  heart. 

5  In  me  thine  utmost  mercy  show, 
And  make  me,  like  thyself  below. 

Unblamable  in  grace  ; 
Ready  prepared  and  fitted  here, 
By  perfect  holiness,  t'  appear 

Before  thy  glorious  face. 

OLD  AGE. 

208  886,  886, 

The  aged  pilgrim. 

THY  mercy  heard  my  infant  prayer ; 
Thy  love,  with  kind,  paternal  care, 

Sustain'd  my  childish  days  : 
Thy  goodness  watch'd  my  ripening  youth, 
And  form'd  my  heart  to  love  thy  truth, 

And  fiU'd  my  lips  with  praise. 
2  And  now,  in  age  and  grief,  thy  Name 
Doth  still  my  languid  heart  inflame, 

And  bow  my  faltering  knee  : 
O,  yet  this  bosom  feels  the  fire ; 
This  trembling  hand  and  drooping  lyre 

Have  yet  a  strain  for  thee  I 


CHRISTIAN  LIFE.  221 

3  Yes ;  broken,  tuneless,  still,  O  Lord, 
This  voice,  transported,  shall  record 

Thy  goodness,  tried  so  long ; 
Till,  sinking  slow,  with  calm  decay, 
Its  feeble  murmurs  melt  away 

Into  a  seraph's  song. 

209  8s  &  7s. 

The  old  marCs  prayer. 

TARRY  with  me,  O  my  Saviour ! 
For  the  day  is  passing  by ; 
See  the  shades  of  evening  gather. 
And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh : 
Tarry  with  me !  tarry  with  me ! 
Pass  me  not  unheeded  by. 

2  Many  friends  were  gather'd  round  me : 
In  the  bright  days  of  the  past ; 

But  the  grave  has  closed  above  them, 

And  I  linger  here  the  last : 
I  am  lonely — tarry  with  me 

Till  this  dreary  night  is  past! 

3  Dimm'd  to  me  is  earthly  beauty; 
Yet  the  spirit-eye  would  fain 

Rest  upon  thy  lovely  features  ; 

Shall  I  seek,  dear  Lord,  in  vain? 
Tarry  with  me,  0  my  Saviour  ! 

Let  me  see  thy  smile  again ! 


222  VICISSITUDES,  ETC. 

4  Dull  my  ear  to  earth-born  music — 
Speak  thou,  Lord,  in  words  of  cheer  ! 

Feeble,  .tottering  are  my  footsteps, 
Sinks  my  heart  with  sudden  fear; 

Gast  thine  arms,  dear  Lord,  around  me! 
Let  me  feel  thy  presence  near! 


5  Faithful  mem'ry  sets  before  me 
Every  deed  and  thought  of  sin  ; 

Open  thou  the  blood-fill'd  fountain, 
Cleanse  my  guilty  soul  within ! 

Tarry,  thou  forgiving  Saviour ! 
Wash  me  wholly  from  my  sin ! 

6  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows, 
Paler  now  the  glowing  west ; 

Swift  the  night  of  death  advances — 
Shall  it  be  a  night  of  rest  1 

Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour! 
Lay  my  head  upon  thy  breast ! 

7  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying. 
Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  thee ; 

Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness : 
When  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me 

Till  the  morning,  then  awake  me, 
Dearest  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee! 


ETC.    223 

210  6  lines  8s. 

Aged  and  helpless. 

IN  age  and  feebleness  extreme, 
Who  shall  a  helpless  worm  redeem  1 
Jesus,  my  only  hope  thou  art — 
Strength  of  my  failing  flesh  and  heart : 
O,  could  I  catch  a  smile  from  thee, 
And  drop  into  eternity ! 


VANITY  OF  EAETH  AND  VALUE  OF 
RELIGION. 


211  P.M. 

The  pearl  for  me. 

THE  world  their  fancied  pearl  may  crave, 
'Tis  not  the  pearl  for  me  ; 
'Twill  lose  its  luster  in  the  grave, 

'Twill  perish  in  the  sea. 
But  there's  a  pearl  of  price  untold. 
Which  never  can  be  bought  with  gold ; 
The  sinking  soul  'twill  save  : 
0 !  that's  the  pearl  for  me. 


224      VANITY  OF  EARTH  AND 

2  Let  pleasure  chaunt  her  siren  song, 

'Tis  not  the  song  for  me  ; 
To  weeping  it  will  turn  ere  long, 

For  this  is  Heaven's  decree. 
But  there's  a  song  the  ransom'd  sing, 
To  Jesus,  their  exalted  King, 
With  joyful  heart  and  tongue : 

O  !  that's  the  song  for  me. 

212  CM. 

Something  new. 

SINCE  man  by  sin  has  lost  his  God, 
He  seeks  creation  through  ; 
And  vainly  strives  for  solid  bliss 
In  trying  something  new. 

2  The  new  possess'd,  like  fading  flowers, 
Soon  loses  its  gay  hue  ; 

The  bubble  now  no  longer  charms — 
The  mind  wants  something  new. 

3  Could  we  but  call  all  Europe  ours,, 
California  and  Peru, 

The  mind  would  feel  an  aching  void. 
And  still  want  something  new. 

4  But  when  the  Saviour's  love  we  feel, 
All  good  in  him  we  view ; 

The  mind  forsakes  its  vain  delights, 
In  Christ  finds  something  new. 


VALUE  OF  RELIGION.         225 

6  The  joys  the  dear  Redeemer  gives 

Will  bear  a  strict  review  ; 
Nor  need  we  ever  change  again, 

For  Christ  is  always  new. 

6  Cheerful  we'll  walk  the  road  to  bliss, 

Join'd  with  a  happy  few  ; 
And  when  we  reach  our  journey's  end. 

Find  heaven  forever  new. 

213  ■        .   P.M. 

The  pearl  of  great  price. 

THE  pearl  that  wordlings  covet, 
Is  not  the  pearl  for  me  ; 
Its  beauty  fades  as  quickly 
As  sunshine  on  the  sea. 
But  there's  a  pearl  sought  by  the  wise, 
It's  call'd  the  pearl  of  greatest  price  : 
Though  few  its  value  see, 
O  !  that's  the  pearl  for  me. 

2  The  crown  that  decks  the  monarch. 

Is  not  the  crown  for  me  ; 
It  dazzles  but  a  moment, 
Its  brightness  soon  will  flee. 
But  there's  a  crown  prepared  above 
For  all  who  walk  in  humble  love. 
Forever  bright  'twill  be  : 
0  !  that's  the  crown  for  me. 
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226      VANITY  OF  EARTH  AND 

3  The  road  that  many  travel, 
Is  not  the  road  for  me  ; 

It  leads  to  death  and  sorrow, 

In  it  I  would  not  be. 
But  there's  a  road  that  leads  to  God, 
It's  mark'd  by  Christ's  most  precious  blood ; 

The  passage  here  is  free  : 

O  !  that's  the  road  for  me. 

4  The  hope  that  sinners  cherish, 
Is  not  the  hope*  for  me  ; 

Most  surely  will  they  perish, 
Unless  from  sin  made  free. 
But  there's  a  hope  which  rests  in  God, 
And  leads  the  soul  to  keep  his  word, 
And  sinful  pleasures  flee  : 
0  !  that's  the  hope  for  me. 

^14  4  lines  7s. 

All-sufficient  grace. 

CHRISTIAN  !  toiling  for  the  prize 
Kept  for  thee  beyond  the  skies ; 
Warring  with  the  powers  of  sin, 
Foes  without,  and  foes  within ; 

2  Breathing  now  in  rapture's  air, 
Verging  then  upon  despair  ; 
Trembling,  hoping,  fill'd  with  pain, 
Yet  rejoicing  once  again : 


VALUE  OF  EELIGIOK         227 

3  Shrink  not  from  life's  bitter  cup, 

God  shall  bear  thy  spirit  up ; 

Till  thy  spirit  is  set  free, 

"  As  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be !" 

215  p.  M. 

Qod  is  love. 

WHAT  sound  is  this  ?  a  song  through 
heav'n  resounding, 
God  is  Love !  God  is  Love ! 
And  now  from  earth  I  hear  the  song  re- 
bounding, 

God  is  Love !  God  is  Love  ! 
Yes,  while  adoring  hosts  proclaim 
Love  is  his  nature,  love  his  name, 
My  soul  in  rapture  cries  the  same, 

God  is  Love !  God  is  Love  ! 

2  This  song  repeat,  repeat,  ye  saints  in 
glory, 

God  is  Love  !  God  is  Love  ! 
And  saints  on  earth  shout  back  the  pleas- 
ing story, 

God  is  Love !  God  is  Love ! 
In  this  let  earth  and  heaven  agree. 
To  sound  his  love  both  full  and  free, 
And  let  the  theme  forever  be, 

God  is  Love  !  God  is  Love  ! 


228      VANITY  OF  EARTH  AND 

3  Creation  speaks  ^yith  thousand  tongues 

proclaiming, 

God  is  Love  !  God  is  Love  ? 
And  providence  unitesher  voice,  exclaiming, 

God  is  Love !  God  is  Love  ! 
But  let  the  burden'd  sinner  hear 
The  Gospel  sounding  loud  and  clear, 
To  every  soul  both  far  and  near, 

God  is  Love  J  God  is  Love ! 

4  This  heavenly  love  all  round  is  sweetly 

flowing, 

God  is  Love  !  God  is  Love! 
And  in  my  heart  the  sacred  fire  is  glowing: 

God  is  Love  !  God  is  Love  ! 
That  God  is  love  I  know  full  well ; 
And  had  I  power  his  love  to  tell, 
With  loudest  notes  my  song  should  swell, 

God  is  Love  I  God  is  Love  1 

5  The  love  of  God  is  now  my  greatest 

pleasure, 

God  is  Love  !  God  is  Love  ! 
And  while  I  live  I'll  ask  no  other  treasure, 

God  is  Love  !  God  is  Love  ! 
This  theme  shall  be  my  song  below  ; 
And  when  to  glory  I  shall  go, 
This  strain  eternally  shall  flow, 

God  is  Love  !  God  is  Love ! 


VALUE  OF  RELIGION.         229 

216  c.*i. 

The  ivorld  has  lost  its  charms. 

LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 
It  has  no  charms  for  me  ; 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too. 
But  grace  hath  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  can  no  longer  please, 
Nor  happiness  afford  ; 

Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Now  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 
The  stars  are  all  conceal'd, 

So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  reveal'd. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice ; 
I  bid  them  all  depart : 

His  name,  his  love,  his  gracious  voice, 
Have  iix'd  my  roving  heart. 

2\^  lis  &  lOs. 

Solomonh  Song,  i,  7,  8. 

OTELL  me,  thou  life  and  delight  of 
my  soul, 
Where  the   flock   of  thy   pasture    are 
feeding ; 
I  seek  thy  protection,  I  need  thy  control ; 
I  would  go  where  my  Shepherd  is  leading. 


230      VANITY  OF  EARTH  AND 

2  0,  tell  me  the  place  where  thy  flock  are 

at  rest, 

Where  the  noontide  will  find  them  re- 
posing ; 
The  tempest  now  rages,  my  soul  is  distress'd 

And  the  pathway  of  peace  I  am  losing, 

3  0,  why  should  I  stray  with  the  flocks 

of  thy  foes, 
'Mid   the    desert  where    now  they  are 

roving, 
Where  hunger  and  thirst,  where  afilictions 

and  woes. 
And  temptations  their  ruin  are  proving  1 

4  0,  \v'hen  shall  my  woes  and  wanderings 

cease, 

And  the  follies  that  fill  me  with  weep- 
ing? 
Thou  Shepherd  of  Israel !  restore  me  that 
peace 

Thou  dost  give  to  the  flock  thou  art 
keeping. 

5  A  voice  from  the   Shepherd  now  bids 

thee  return 
By  the  way  where  the  foot-prints  are 

lying ; 
No  longer  to  wander,  no  longer  to  mourn ; 
O,  fair  one,  now  homeward  be  flying! 


VALUE  OF  RELIGION.         231 

218  p-  M. 

TJie  heavenly  portion. 

EELIGION  is  a  glorious  treasure, 
The  purchase  of  a  Saviour's  love ; 
It  fills  the  mind  with  consolation, 

It  lifts  the  heart  to  things  above ; 
It  calms  our  fears,  it  soothes  our  sorrows, 
It  smooths  our  way  o'er  life's  rough  sea  ; 
'Tis   mix'd  with  goodness,  meek,  humble 
patience  ; 
This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 

2  How  vain,  how  fleeting,  how  transitory  ! 
This  world,  with  all  its  pomp  and  show, 

Its  vain  delights  and  delusive  pleasures  ; 

I  gladly  leave  them  all  below ; 
But  grace  and  glory  shall  be  my  story, 

While  I  in  Jesus  such  beauties  see  ; 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 

3  This  earthly  house  shall  be  dissolved, 
"And  mortal  life  will  soon  be  o'er ; 

All  earthly  cares  and  earthly  sorrows 
Shall  pain  my  heart  and  eyes  no  more ; 

Yet  "  pure  religion  "  remains  forever. 
And  strengthen'd  my  glad  heart  shall  be  ; 

While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 
This  heavenly  portion  mine  shall  be. 


232      VANITY  OF  EARTH  AND     * 

219  7s  &  6s. 

Aspiring  after  heaven. 

FROM  ev'ry  earthly  pleasure. 
From  ev'ry  transient  joy, 
From  ev'ry  mortal  treasure 

That  soon  will  fade  and  die ; 
No  longer  these  desiring, 
Upward  our  wishes  tend, 
To  nobler  bliss  aspiring, 
And  joys  that  never  end. 

2  From  ev'ry  piercing  sorrow 
That  heaves  our  breast  to-day, 

Or  threatens  us  to-morrow, 
Hope  turns  our  eyes  away  : 

On  wings  of  faith  ascending, 
We  see  the  land  of  light ; 

And  feel  our  sorrows  ending 
In  infinite  delight. 

3  'Tis  true  we  are  but  strangers 
And  sojourners  below ; 

And  countless  snares  and  dangers 
Surround  the  path  we  go  ; 

Though  painful  and  distressing. 
There  is  a  rest  above. 

And  onward  we  are  pressing, 
To  reach  that  land  of  love. 


VALUE  OF  RELIGION.         233 

220  87,  87,  87. 

Worldly  pleasures  renounced. 

YAIN  are  all  terrestrial  pleasures ; 
Mix'd  with  dross  the  purest  gold  ; 
Seek  we  then  for  heavenly  treasures — 

Treasures  never  waxing  old. 
Let  our  best  affections  center 

On  the  things  around  the  throne  : 
There  no  thief  can  ever  enter ; 

Moth  and  rust  are  there  unknown. 

2  Earthly  joys  no  longer  please  us ; 
Here  would  we  renounce  them  all ; 

Seek  our  only  rest  in  Jesus, 
Him  our  Lord  and  Master  call. 

Faith,  our  languid  spirits  cheering, 
Points  to  brighter  worlds  above  ; 

Bids  us  look  for  his  appearing ; 
Bids  us  triumph  in  his  love. 

3  May  our  light  be  always  burning, 
And  our  loins  be  girded  round, 

Waiting  for  our  Lord's  returning, 
Longing  for  the  welcome  sound. 

Thus  the  Christian  life  adorning, 
Never  need  we  be  afraid, 

Should  he  come  at  night  or  morning, 
Early  dawn,  or  evening  shade. 


234      VANITY  OF  EARTH  AND 

221  c.  M. 

The  Sun  of  righteousness. 

SOMETBIES  a  light  surprises 
The  Christian  while  he  sings; 
The  Lord  of  Life  arises, 

With  healing  in  his  wings. 
While  comforts  are  declining, 

He  sees  us  in  distress ; 
Then  heals  us  by  his  shining, 
The  Sun  of  righteousness. 

2  In  holy  contemplation, 
We  sweetly  then  pursue 

The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new  : 
Then  freed  from  care  and  sorrow, 

W^e  cheerfully  can  say, 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  hither  what  it  may. 

3  His  presence  fills  the  valleys, 
And  crowns  the  lofty  hills ; 

He  clothes  the  feeble  lilies, 
And  waters  them  with  rills : 

Beneath  the  spreading  heavers 
No  creature  but  is  fed  ; 

And  He  who  feeds  the  raveps, 
Will  give  his  children  bre.  d. 


VALUE  OF  RELIGION.         235 

4  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  either 

Its  fruit  or  leaves  should  bear; 
Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there  ; 
Yet  God,  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice; 
For  while  in  him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

222  P.  M. 

Paradise  lost  and  regained. 

THE    Lord  is  the  fountain  of  goodness 
and  love. 
In  Eden  once  flowing  in  streams  from 
above. 
That  bless'd  every  moment  the  first  happy 

pair, 
'Till  sin   stopp'd  the  torrent,  and  brought 
in  despair. 

2  0  wretched  condition  !  what  anguish  and 
pain ! 
They  thirst   for  the  fountain,  and  seek 
it  in  vain  ;  ' 

To  sin's  bitter  waters  they  fly  for  relief, 
They  drink,  but   the   draught  still   in- 
creases their  grief. 


236      VANITY  OF  EARTH  AND 

3  Glad  tidings  !  glad  tidings  !  no  more  we 

complain ! 
Our  Jesus  has  open'd  the  fountain  again: 
Now,  mingled  with  mercy,  aid  rich  with 

free  grace, 
From  Zion  'tis  flowing  to  all  the  lost  race. 

223  7s. 

The  pleasures  of  religion, 
'rpiS  religion  that  can  give 

X   Sweetest  pleasures  while  we  live  ; 
'Tis  religion  must  supply- 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 
2  After  death  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternity  ! 
Be  the  living  God  my  friend, 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 

224  7s. 

The  fading  flower, 

SEE  the  lovely,  blooming  flow'r 
Fade  and  wither  in  an  hour  ; 
So  our  transient  comforts  fly. 
Earthly  pleasures  bloom  to  die. 
2  See  the  leaves  are  falling  fast, 
Scatter'd  by  th'  autumnal  blast : 
So  our  youthful  joys  will  fade, 
Anxious  cares  our  breasts  invade. 


VALUE  OF  RELIGION.         237 

3  Time  is  passing  swift  away, 
Earthly  bliss  will  soon  decay ; 
Seek  we  then  to  find  on  high 
Pleasures  that  can  never  die. 

4  'Tis  alone  beyond  the  tomb 
Vernal  flow'rs  forever  bloom : 
Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace. 
For  thy  holy  dwelling  place. 

225  .    .  L.  M. 

Loving-Jcindness. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  ; 
His  loving -kindness,  O  how  free ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall. 
Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all  ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate ; 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  great! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell,  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along  : 

His  loving-kindness,  O  how  strong! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood ; 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  good ! 


238      VANITY  OF  EARTH  AND 

5  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
O  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death! 

6  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

226  8s  &  6s. 

Nothing  true  hut  heaven. 

THIS  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 
For  man's  illusion  given  ; 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  woe, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow: 
There's  nothing  true  but  heaven. 

2  And  false  the  light  on  glory's  plume. 
As  fading  hues  of  even  ; 

And  genius'  bud  and  beauty's  bloom 
Are  blossoms  gather'd  for  the  tomb  : 
There's  nothing  bright  but  heaven. 

3  Poor  wanderers  of  a  stormy  day. 
From  wave  to  wave  we're  driven ; 

And  fancy's  flash,  and  reason's  ray. 
Serve  but  to  light  the  troubled  way : 
There's  nothing  calm  but  heaven. 


VALUE  OF  KELIGION.        239 

4  In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 

Without  their  sins  forgiven  ; 
True  pleasure,  everlasting  peace. 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace  : 
There's  nothing  good  but  heaven. 

227  8s  &  6s. 

Heaven  on  earth. 

THIS  world's  not  "  all  a  fleeting  show, 
For  man's  illusion  given  ;" 
He  that  hath  soothed  the  widow's  woe, 
Or  wiped  the  orphan's  tear,  doth  know 
There's  something  here  of  heaven. 

2  And  he  that  walks  life's  thorny  way 
With  feelings  calm  and  even, 

Whose  path  is  lit  from  day  to  day 
By  virtue's  bright  and  steady  ray. 
Hath  something  felt  of  heaven. 

3  He  that  the  Christian's  course  hath  run, 
And  all  his  foes  forgiven. 

Who  measures  out  life's  little  span 

In  love  to  God,  and  love  to  man, 

On  earth  hath  tasted  heaven. 

4  From  such  as  walk  in  wisdom's  road, 
Corroding  fears  are  driven  ; 

They're  wash'd  in  Christ's  atoning  blood, 
Enjoy  communion  with  their  God, 
And  find  their  way  to  heaven. 


240      VANITY  OF  EAETH  AND 

228  c.  M. 

Crrace. 

AMAZING  grace! 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me ! 

1  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found ; 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

Fm  bound  for  the  pro?nised  land, 
Tm  bound  for  the  promised  land  ; 
My  Saviour  calls,  and  I  must  go, 
Fm  bound  for  the  promised  land. 

2  'Twas   grace  that  taught  my  heart  to 

fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed. 
Fm  bound,  &c. 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 
I  have  already  come ; 

'Tis  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus,  far. 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 
Fm  bound,  &c. 

4  And  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 

I  shall  possess,  within  the  vail, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 
Fm  bound,  &c. 


VALUE  or  EELiaiON.        241 

229  lis. 

Precious  promises. 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 
Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 
What  more  can   he    say  than  to  you  he 

hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  have  fled  : 

2  "  In   every   condition,    in    sickness,    in 

health. 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 

ever  be. 

3  "Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  0  be  not 

dismay 'd, 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee 

aid  ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause 

thee  to  stand. 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  "  WTien  through  the  deep  waters  I  call 

thee  to  go. 

The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 

And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

16 


242  UNFAITHFULNESS 

5  "  When   through   fiery  trials    thy  path- 

way shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply  ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
Thy   dross  to   consume,  and  thy  gold  to 

refine. 

6  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for 

repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes ; 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor 

to  shake, 
I'll  never — no.  never — no,  never  forsake." 


UNFAITHFULNESS  AND  BACKSLIDING. 


230  c.  M. 

Lamenting  spiritual  sloth, 

MY  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so  ? 
Awake  my  sluggish  soul : 
Nothing  hath  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 

2  Go  to  the  ants !  for  one  poor  grain 
See  how  they  toil  and  strive ; 

Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 


AND  BACKSLIDING.  243 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 
And  stars  their  courses  move ; 

We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above  ; 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 
And  labor'd  for  our  good ; 

How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  blood ! 

5  Lord,  shall  we  live  so  sluggish  still, 
And  never  act  our  parts? 

Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heavenly  hill, 
And  warm  our  frozen  hearts ! 

6  Give  us  with  active  warmth  to  move. 
With  vig'rous  souls  to  rise  ; 

With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
To  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

231  10- 

The  weary  dove. 

A  WEAK  and  weary  dove,  with  droop- 
ing wing. 
And  tired  of  wandering  o'er  this  watery 
waste, 
Jesus,  my  ark !   once  more,  a  worthless 
thing. 
To  thee   I  fly,  thy  pardoning  love  to 
taste. 


244  UNFAITHFULNESS 

2  For  since  I  left  thy  sweet,  secure  retreat. 
In  search  of  pleasures  fair,  though  false 

and  vain, 
My  peace — my  ^oy  have  flown ;   no  rest 
my  feet 
Have   found  ;   and   now  I  turn  to  thee 
again  ! 

3  I've  sought  for  rest  in  friendship's  hal- 

low'd  shrine, 

But  loved  ones  change,  and  earth's  en- 
dearments end ; 
No   love    is  true    and  lasting,    Lord,   but 
thine  ; 

Henceforth,  Incarnate  Love,  be  thou  my 
friend. 

4  I've  sought  to  find  a  place  to  rest  my  feet 
In  fame's  alluring  temple,  bright  and  gay ; 

In  health,  and  competence,  and  pleasures 
sweet. 
But  short  and  transient  as  the  passing 
day. 

5  Yet   all    in  vain ;    o'er   aU   this  dreary 

waste 
Of  sin  and  sorrow,  toil,  and  care,  and 

pain, 
No  spot  I've  found  my  weary  feet  to  rest ; 
And  now,  sweet  ark,  I  fly  to  thee  again. 


AND  BACKSLIDING.  245 

232  sM. 

The  warning  voice  of  Jesus. 

GRACIOUS  Redeemer,  shake 
This  slumber  from  my  soul! 
Say  to  me  now,  Awake,  awake ! 
And  Christ  shall  make  thee  whole. 

2  Lay  to  thy  mighty  hand ; 
Alarm  me  in  this  hour  ; 

And  make  me  fully  understand 
The  thunder  of  thy  power. 

3  Give  me  on  thee  to  call — 
Always  to  watch  and  pray, 

Lest  I  into  temptation  fall. 
And  cast  my  shield  away. 

4  For  each  assault  prepared 
And  ready  may  I  be  ; 

Forever  standing  on  my  guard, 
And  looking  up  to  thee. 

5  O  do  thou  always  warn 
My  soul  of  evil  near ! 

When  to  the  right  or  left  I  turn, 
Thy  voice  still  let  me  hear : 

6  Come  back!  this  is  the  way; 
Come  back,  and  walk  therein  : 

O  !  may  I  hearken  and  obey. 
And  shun  the  paths  of  sin. 


246  UNFAITHFULNESS 

233  L.  M. 

Conviction  and  hope. 

I  LEFT  the  God  of  truth  and  light, 
I  left  the  God  who  gave  me  breath, 
To  wander  in  the  wilds  of  night, 
And  perish  in  the  snares  of  death. 

2  Sweet  was  his  service,  and  his  yoke 
Was  light  and  easy  to  be  borne  ; 

Through  all  his  bonds  of  love  I  broke, 
I  cast  away  his  gifts  with  scorn, 

3  I  dream'd  of  bliss  in  pleasure's  bowers ; 
While  pillowing  roses  stay'd  my  head ; 

But  serpents  hiss'd  among  the  flowers  ; 
I  woke,  and  thorns  w^ere  all  my  bed. 

4  In  riches,  when  I  sought  for  joy, 
And  placed  in  sordid  gains  my  trust, 

I  found  that  gold  was  all  alloy, 
And  worldly  treasure  fleeting  dust. 

5  Heart-broken,     friendless,     poor,     cast 

down, 
Where  shall  the  chief  of  sinners  fly. 
Almighty  vengeance,  from  thy  frown  ? 
Eternal  justice,  from  thine  eye  ? 

6  Lo,  through  tbe  gloom  of  guilty  fears, 
My  faith  discerns  a  dawn  of  grace ; 

The  Sun  of  Righteousness  appears 
In  Jesus'  reconciling  face. 


AND  BACKSLIDING.  24T 

7  My  suffering-,  slain,  and  risen  Lord, 
In  sore  distress  I  turn  to  thee  ; 

I  claim  acceptance  on  thy  word ; 
My  God,  my  God,  forsake  not  me ! 

8  Prostrate  before  the  mercy  seat, 

1  dare  not,  if  I  would,  despair  ; 
None  ever  perish'd  at  thy  feet, 

And  I  will  lie  forever  there. 

234  s.  M. 

Restore  my  peace. 

AND  wilt  thou  yet  be  found. 
And  may  I  still  draw  near*? 
Then  listen  to  the  plaintive  sound 
Of  a  poor  sinner's  prayer. 

2  Jesus,  thine  aid  afford. 

If  still  the  same  thou  art : 
To  thee  I  look,  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
I  lift  my  helpless  heart. 

3  Thou  seest  my  troubled  breast. 
The  stragglings  of  my  will. 

The  foes  that  interrupt  my  rest, 
The  agonies  I  feel. 

4  0  my  offended  Lord, 
Restore  my  inward  peace ; 

I  know  thou  canst ;  pronounce  the  word, 

And  bid  the  tempest  cease. 
*  jf^ 


248  UNFAITHTULNESS 

5  I  long  to  see  thy  face ; 

Thy  Spirit  I  implore — 
The  living  water  of  thy  grace, 

That  I  may  thirst  no  more. 

235  s.  M. 

The  wanderer  returning. 

HOW  oft  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord ; 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word. 

2  Yet  mercy  calls,  Return ; 
Saviour,  to  thee  I  come : 

My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn ; 
O  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  Thy  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 
Bless'd  Saviour,  I  adore ; 

O,  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

236  c.  M. 

Lamenting  the  absence  of  the  Spirit. 

OFOR  a  closer  walk  with  God — 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  laa^  me  to  the  Lamb. 


AND  BACKSLIDING.  249 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd ! 
How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return. 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest : 

I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  idol  be, 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne. 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


250  DEATH  OF 

DEATH    OF    THE    CHRISTIAN. 


237  P.  M. 

'^  Shed  not  a  tear." 

SHED  not  a  tear  o'er  your  friend's  early 
bier, 
When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone  ; 
Smile  if  the   slow-tolling  bell  you  should 
hear. 
When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 
Weep  not   for  me  when  you  stand  round 

my  grave  ; 
Think  who  has  died,  his  beloved  to  save  ; 
Think  of  the  crown  all  the  ransom'd  shall 
have, 
When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 

2  Plant  ye  a  tree  which   may  wave  over 
me, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone  ; 
Sing  ye  a  song  if  my  grave  ye  should  see, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 
Come  at  the  close  of  a  bright  summer's  day, 
Come  when   the   sun   sheds   his  last  lin- 

g'ring  ray. 
Come,  and  rejoice  that  I  thus  pass'd  away, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 


THE  CHEISTIAN.  251 

238  12s  &  lis. 

Thoic  art  gone  to  the  grave. 

THOU   art   gone  to  the   grave ;    but  we 
will  not  deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrow  and  darkness  encompass 
the  tomb  : 
The  Saviour  hath  pass'd  through  its  port- 
als before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide 
through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou    art   gone  to    the    grave  ;  we    no 

longer  behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world 

by  thy  side  ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to 

enfold  thee ; 
And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Saviour 

hath  died. 

3  Thou  art  gone   to  the   grave;  and,  its 

mansion  forsaking. 
Thy  glorified  spirit  has  join'd  the  bless'd 

throng; 
For  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beam'd  bright 

on  thy  waking. 
And  the  sound  thou  didst  hear  was  the 

seraphim's  song. 


252  DEATH  OF 

4  Thou    art   gone  to  the   grave ;    but  we 
will  not  deplore  thee, 
Since  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  Guar- 
dian and  Guide  ; 
He    gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will 
restore  thee. 
And  death  has  no  sting  since  the  Saviour 
hath  died. 

239  L.  M. 

Asleep  in  Jesus. 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep, 
From  Avhich  none  ever  wakes  to  weep  ; 
A  calm  and  undisturb'd  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus !   0  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing. 

That  death  has  lost  his  venom'd  sting ! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus !  peaceful  rest. 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  bless'd  : 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  the  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  O,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  253 

6  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  time  nor  space 
Affects  this  precious  hiding-place  ; 
On  Indian  plains,  or  Lapland  snows, 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

6  Asleep  in  Jesus !  far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be : 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep. 


240  L.  M. 

Death  peaceful  and  triumphant. 

SWEET  is   the  scene  where  Christians 
die, 
Where  holy  souls  retire  to  rest; 
How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye ; 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast ; 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Triumphant  smiles  the  victor's  brow, 
Fann'd  by  some  guardian  angel's  wing; 

0  grave !  where  is  thy  victory  now  1 
And  where,  O  death !   is  now  thy  sting? 


254  DEATH  OF 

/^4il  4  lines  lis. 

Seraphic  music. 

WHAT    seraph-like    music  falls  sweet 
on  the  ear, 
In  strains  so  delightful  ?  0,  list  that  ye  hear! 
Those  rich,  flowing  numbers,  so  liquid  and 

clear, 
Breathe    rapture    untold  from  some  heav- 
enly sphere. 

2  'Tis  the  sweet  flowing  music  that  steals 

o'er  the  wave 
Of  Jordan'sloneriver,as  its  billows  I  brave; 
'Tis  the  music  of  angels,  who  hasten  to  bear 
My  soul    o'er  the  waters,  to  that  blessed 

shore. 

242  8s  &  7s. 

The  final  farewell. 

SOLEMN  scene,  though  full  of  blessing, 
When  the  loved  of  earth  depart ; 
Weeping  friends,  and  friends  caressing, 
Tend  to  melt  and  soothe  the  heart. 

2  In  the  overflow  of  feeling. 

In  the  heavings  of  the  soul, 
All  the  depths  of  love  revealing, 

While  the  tears  of  anguish  roll. 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  256 

3  Do  we  see  the  fond  affections 
Growing  stronger  in  the  strife, 

And  the  native  predilections 
Interwoven  with  the  life  1 

4  But  the  heart  is  nigh  to  breaking, 
And  the  deeper  feelings  swell, 

As  the  preparation's  making 
For  the  final,  sad  farewell. 

5  Yet  the  thought,  the  thought  of  meeting, 
When  this  changeful  life  is  o'er, 

And  the  welcome,  blissful  greeting 
On  the  bright,  immortal  shore, 

6  Calms  and  soothes  the  deep  emotion, 
And  dispels  the  heavy  gloom, 

While  we  view  the  blissful  portion. 
And  the  triumph  o'er  the  tomb. 

243  8^  ^  ^«- 

The  dyi7ig  saint. 

PARTING  soul,  the  flood  awaits  thee, 
And  the  billows  round  thee  roar ; 
Yet  rejoice,  the  holy  city 

Stands  on  yon  celestial  shore. 
2  There  are  crowns  and  thrones  of  glory ; 

There  the  living  waters  glide  ; 

There  the  just  in  shining  raiment. 

Standing  by  Immanuel's  side. 


256  DEATH  OF 

3  Linger  not,  the  stream  is  narrow ; 

Though  its  cold,  dark  waters  rise, 
He  who  pass'd  the  flood  before  thee 

Guides  thy  path  to  yonder  skies. 


244  p.  M. 

All  is  well. 

WHAT'S    this   that  steals,  that  steals 
upon  my  frame  ? 
Is  it  death  ? 
That  soon  will   quench,  will    quench  this 
vital  flame  1 
Is  it  death  ? 
If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free ; 
I  shall  the  King  of  glory  see. 
All  is  well. 

2  Weep  not,  my  ftiends,  weep  not  for  me  ; 

All  is  well. 
My  sins  are  pardoned,  I  am  free. 
All  is  well. 
There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise, 
To  hide  my  Saviour  from  my  eyes  ; 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies. 
All  is  well. 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  257 

3  Tune,  tune  your    harps,  ye   saints   in 

glory ; 

All  is  well. 
I  will  rehearse  the  pleasing  story, 

All  is  well. 
Bright  angels  have  from  glory  come, 
They're  round  my  bed,  they're  in  my  room, 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home. 

All  is  well. 

4  Hark,  hark  !  my  Lord  and  Master  calls 

me  ; 

All  is  well. 
I  soon  shall  see  his  face  in  glory. 

All  is  well. 
Farewell,  dear  friends,  adieu,  adieu ! 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you ; 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view. 

All  is  well. 

5  Hail,    hail,  all   hail !    ye    blood-wash'd 

throng, 

Saved  by  grace. 
I've  come  to  join  your  rapturous  song, 
Saved  by  grace. 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine, 
All  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine ; 
0,  halleluiah  to  the  Lamb ! 
All  is  well. 
17 


258  DEATH   OF 

245  L.  M. 

Those  who  sleep  in  Jesus. 

THE  hireling,  weary  of  his  load, 
Longs  to  behold  the  evening  sun ;   ! 
And  there  remains  a  bless'd  abode, 

To  cheer  us  when  our  race  is  run. 
What  privilege !  to  see  the  stream 

That  bounds   the  worlds  of  faith    and 
sight ; 
To  catch  the  first  inspiring  gleam 
Of  heaven's  unfolding  visions  bright : 

2  To  feel  our  tenement  decline, 
Our  fabric  shake,  without  a  sigh, 

Supported  by  a  hope  divine, 

The  hope  of  immortality  ! 
At  length  to  pass  the  barrier  dread ! 

The  pang  of  parting  scarce  perceived  ; 
And,  while  survivors'  tears  are  shed. 

To  be,  by  Christ,  with  smiles  received. 

3  To  sleep  in  Jesus!  rapturous  thought! 
To  close  in  peace  our  mortal  days ; 

Safe  to  the  heavenly  Canaan  brought, 
To  join  the  anthems  angels  raise. 

To  sleep  in  Jesus  !  what  delight ! 
Increasing  still  and  evermore  : 

To  mingle  with  the  saints  in  light, 
And  be  as  pure  and  happy  too  : 


THE   CHRISTIAN.  259 

4  To  dread  no  pain,  to  know  no  care, 

No  sin  or  frailty  to  molest ; 
And  on  each  glorious  object  there 

To  see  eternity  impress'd ! 
Haste,  moments,  to  unloose  my  chains ! 

Come,  Jesus !  let  me  sleep  in  thee ; 
The  happiest  hour  that  time  retains 

Is  that  which  spts  my  spirit  free. 

246  87,  87. 

Funeral  Hymn. 

SISTER,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 
Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze, 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  ev'ning. 
When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 

2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber, 
Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low : 

Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number, 
Thou  no  more  our  song  shalt  know. 

3  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us ! 
Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 

But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us : 
He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 
When  the  day  of  life  is  fled  ; 

Then,  in  heaven,  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 


260  DEATH  OF 

247  4  lines  lis. 

/  would  not  live  alway. 

I  WOULD  not  live  alway ;  I  ask  not  to 
stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er 

the  way  ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  its  joys,  full  enough   for 
its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not   live  alway  ;   no,  welcome 

the  tomb  ! 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not 

its  gloom ! 
There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

3  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from 

his  God — 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  bright  o'er 

the  plains. 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ? 

4  There  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to 

greet : 
WTiile  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of 

the  soul. 


THE   CHRISTIAN.  261 

248  p-  M. 

Weep  not  for  me. 

WHEN  the  spark  of  life  is  waning, 
Weep  not  for  me. 
When  the  languid  eye  is  straining, 

Weep  not  for  me. 
When  the  feeble  pulse  is  ceasing. 
Start  not  at  its  swift  decreasing, 
'Tis  the  fetter'd  soul's  releasing; 

Weep  not  for  me. 
2  When  the  pangs  of  death  assail  me, 

Weep  not  for  me. 
Christ  is  mine — he  cannot  fail  me, 

Weep  not  for  me. 
Yes,  though  sin  and  doubt  endeavor 
From  his  love  my  soul  to  sever, 
Jesus  is  my  strength  forever! 

Weep  not  for  me. 


DEATH  IN  GENERAL. 

249  p.  M. 

The  Shunammit^s  son. 

THE   child!    the   child!    the   kind   old 
prophet  said. 

Is  it  well  1  is  it  well  1 

Doth  it  still  live  1  or  is  the  sweet  ono  dead  ? 

Is  it  well  ?  is  it  well  ] 


262  DEATH. 

I  fear  me,  by  that  alter'd  mien, 
It  is  no  more  as  it  hath  been — 
No  more  among  the  living  seen : 
Is  it  well  ?  is  it  well  ? 

2  'Tis  wen,  'tis  well,  the  mother  weeping 

It  is  well,  it  is  well ;  [said  ; 

So  must  it  be,  to  heaven  its  soul  has  fled ; 

It  is  well,  it  is  weU  : 
But  ah !  my  heart  is  rent  in  twain. 
What  joys  to  me  on  earth  remain, 
Since  death  my  dearest  joy  hath  slain? 

It  is  well,  it  is  well. 

3  But  from  the  dead  that  mother  grasp'd 

her  son. 

He  arose,  he  arose  ; 
Sprung  forth  to  life  that  cherish'd,  lovely 
one, 

He  arose,  he  arose  ; 
And  so  shall  rise  each  infant  dear, 
That  parents  fondly  cherish'd  here  ; 
Before  the  Lord  shall  all  appear. 
All  shall  rise,  all  shall  rise. 

4  What  though  the  dust  a  while  to  dust 

return, 

It  is  well,  it  is  well ; 
It  is  not  meet  that  we  should  sadly  mourn, 
It  is  well,  it  is  well : 


DEATH. 

The  happy  spirit,  robed  in  white, 
To  climes  of  glory  wings  its  flight. 
And  there,  before  the  throne  of  light, 
It  is  well,  it  is  well. 

250  c.  M. 

The  resting-place. 

THE  world  hath  one  sweet  resting-place, 
Where  mourners  find  repose, 
And  sorrow's  children  cease  to  weep, 

Regardless  of  their  woes  ; 
Where  never  was  an  eye  impearl'd 

With  one  unbidden  tear, 
Or  strain  of  grief,  or  tale  of  woe, 
Assail'd  the  listless  ear. 

2  And  monarchs  quit  their  regal  state, 
For  its  unbroken  peace ; 

And  beauty's  blooming  daughters  in 

Its  hallow'd  garments  dress  ; 
And  saints  in  glorious  hope  repose 

Within  its  beamless  shade ; 
And  sinners  cease  from  troubling. 

Where  they  rest  each  weary  head. 

3  It  bids  all  human  sorrow  cease, 
And  every  storm  be  calm : 

And  heals  up  every  bleeding  heart. 
With  an  unearthly  balm  ; 


264  DEATH. 

And  when  each  tender  tie  that  bound 

The  soul  to  earth  is  riven, 
It  shines  along  life's  wilderness, 

The  vestibule  of  heaven. 

4  And  Time's  vast  family  must  dwell 

Within  that  lone  retreat, 
And  every  beating  pulse  will  there 

Its  genial  warmth  forget. 
When  life's  last  sparks  shall  fade  away, 

Like  sunbeams  from  the  wave  : 
This  dwelling  is  the  sepulcher ; 

This  resting-place  the  grave. 

251  886,886. 

The  brink  of  fate. 

LO  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, 
Secure  insensible ; 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place. 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  0  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert. 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress : 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight. 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 


DEATH.  265 

3  Before  me  place  in  dread  array 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  th Git  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  1 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here — 
With  serious  industry  and  fear 

Eternal  bliss  to  insure; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill. 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above, 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight. 
And  hope  in  full  supreme  delight. 

And  everlasting  love. 

252  P.  M.  66,  86,  88. 

Friends  separated  for  a  season, 

FRIEND  after  friend  departs ; 
Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 
That  finds  not  here  an  end  : 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  bless'd. 


266  DEATH. 

2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 
Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 

There  surely  is  some  bles^d  clime 
Where  life  is  not  a  breath, 
Nor  life's  affection  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 

3  There  is  a  world  above, 
Where  parting  is  unknown  ; 

A  whole  eternity  of  love, 
Form'd  for  the  good  alone  : 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines, 
Till  all  are  pass'd  away. 

As  morning  high  and  higher  shines. 
To  pure  and  perfect  day  ; 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night — 
They    hide  themselves  in    heaven's   own 
light. 

253  886,  886. 

The  momentous  question. 

AND  am  I  only  born  to  die? 
And  must  I  suddenly  comply 
With  nature's  stern  decree"? 
What  after  death  for  me  remains? 
Celestial  joys,  or  hellish  pains. 
To  all  eternity. 


DEATH.  267 

2  How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live, 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 

And  props  the  house  of  clay? 
My  sole  concern,  my  single  care, 
To  watch,  and  tremble,  and  prepare 

Against  that  fatal  day. 

3  No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here. 
For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear, 

If  life  so  soon  is  gone  ; 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before 

Th'  ii]^exorable  throne ! 

4  No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ, 
A  moment's  misery  and  joy  ; 

But,  O  !  when  both  shall  end. 
Where  shall  I  find  my  destined  place? 
Shall  I  my  everlasting  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  spend  1 

5  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies ! 
How  make  mine  own  election  sure  ; 
And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies. 

6  Jesus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray  ; 
Be  thou  my  Guide,  be  thou  my  Way 

To  glorious  happiness. 


268  RESURRECTION. 

Ah !  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart ; 
And  whensoever  I  hence  depart, 
Let  me  depart  in  peace. 


EESUPtliECTION. 

254  —        p.  M. 

Saints,  arise. 

SOON  we   shall   see,  shall  see  the  glo- 
rious morning ; 

Saints,  arise — saints,  arise  ; 
Sinners,  attend ;  attend  the  notes  of  warn- 
Saints,  arise — saints,  cftise  ;  [ing  ; 
The  resurrection-day  draws  near, 
The  King  of  saints  shall  soon  appear. 
And  high  unfurl  his  banner  here  ; 
Saints,  arise — saints,  arise. 
2  Hear  ye  the  trump,  the  trump  of  God 
resounding ; 

Saints,  arise — saints,  arise; 
Through  death's  dark  vaults,  dark  vaults, 
its  notes  rebounding; 

Saints,  arise — saints,  arise  ; 
To  meet  the  Bridegroom,  haste,  pre- 
pare. 
Put  on  your  bridal  garments  fair, 
And  hail  your  Saviour  in  the  air ; 
Saints,  arise — saints,  arise. 


RESURRECTION.  269 

3  The  saints  who  sleep,  who  sleep,  with 

All  arise,  all  arise  ;  [joy  awaken; 
Their  clay-cold  beds,  cold  beds,  are  quick 

All  arise,  all  arise  ;      [forsaken  : 
Not  one  of  all  the  faithful  few 
Who  here  on  earth  the  Saviour  knew. 
But  starts,  with  bliss,  his  Lord  to  view: 

All  arise,  all  arise. 

4  Pursue  them  on,  them  on,  their  pathway 

All  arise,  all  arise  ;       [glorious  ; 
Led  by  their  King,  their  King  o'er  death 

All  arise,  all  arise  ;     [victorious. 
On  Zion's  hill  secure  they  stand. 
With  palms  of  victory  in  their  hand  ; 
To  that  long-sought,  and  peaceful  land, 

All  arise,  all  arise. 

5  Fast  by  the  throne,  the  throne  of  God, 

behold  them  ; 

Blissful  scene,  blissful  scene  ! 
And   in  his   arms,  his    arms,  the   Saviour 
folds  them ; 

Blissful  scene,  blissful  scene  ! 
With  wreaths    of  glory    round   their 
head,  • 

No  tears  of  sorrow  now  are  shed, 
To  joy's  full  fountain  all  are  led ; 
All  is  bliss,  all  is  bliss. 


270  JUDGMENT.  I 

JUDGMENT. 

255  87,  87,  47. 

Behold,  he  cometh ! 

LO  !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slain ; 
Thousand  thousand  saints,  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train : 

Halleluiah ! 
God  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him 
Robed  in  dreadful  majesty ; 

Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierced  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  All  the  tokens  of  his  passion 
Still  his  dazzling  body  bears ; 

Cause  of  endless  exultation 
To  his  ransom'd  worshipers  : 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  those  glorious  scars. 

4  Yea,  Amen  !  let  all  adore  thee, 
High  on  thine  eternal  throne ; 

Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory ; 
Make  thy  righteous  sentence  known: 

Jah !  Jehovah ! 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own. 


JUDGMENT.  271 

256  P.M. 

0,  there  will  he  mourning, 

0    THE  RE  will  be  mourning, 
•  Mourning,  mourning,  mourning, 
0,  there  will  be  mourning 
At  the  judgment-seat  of  Christ. 

Parents  and  children  there  will  part^ 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part. 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

2  O,  there  will  be  mourning. 
Mourning,  mourning,  mourning, 
O,  there  will  be  mourning 

At  the  judgment-seat  of  Christ. 
Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part,  &c. 

3  O,  there  will  be  mourning, 
Mourning,  mourning,  mourning, 
0,  there  will  be  mourning 

At  the  judgment-seat  of  Christ. 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part,  &c. 

4  O,  there  will  be  mourning. 
Mourning,  mourning,  mourning,  ^ 
0,  there  will  be  mourning 

At  the  judgment-seat  of  Christ. 
Pastors  and  people  there  will  part,  &c. 


272  JUDGMENT. 

5  O,  there  will  be  glory, 

Glory,  glory,  glory, 

0,  there  will  be  glory 

At  the  judgment-seat  of  Christ. 
Saints  and  angels  there  u'ill  meet, 
Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet. 
Saints  and  angels  there  loill  meet, 
Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 

257  c.  M. 

Secrets  of  the  heart  made  Tcnmvn. 

AND  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 
And  answer  in  that  day 
For  every  vain  and  idle  thought. 
And  every  word  I  say? 

2  Yes,  every  secret  of  my  heart 
Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 

■  And  I  receive  my  just  desert 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 

3  How  careful  then  ought  I  to  live ; 
With  what  religious  fear  ; 

Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 

For  my  behavior  here. 
A  Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 

The  watchful  power  bestow  ; 
So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, 

To  all  I  speak  or  do. 


JUDGMENT.  273 

5  If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near ; 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 

258  87,  87,  47. 

We  also  shall  appear  with  Him  in  glory. 

LIFT  your  heads,  ye  friends  of  Jesus, 
Partners  in  his  patience  here : 
Christ,  to  all  believers  precious. 
Lord  of  lords,  shall  soon  appear : 

Mark  the  tokens   . 
Of  his  heavenly  kingdom  near. 

2  Sun  and  moon  are  both  confounded, 
Darken'd  into  endless  night. 

When,  with  angel  hosts  surrounded, 
In  his  Father's  glory  bright. 

Beams  the  Saviour, 
Shines  the  everlasting  light. 

3  See  the  stars  from  heaven  falling  ; 
Hark,  on  earth,  the  doleful  cry ; 

Men  on  rocks  and  mountains  calling,       " 
While  the  frowning  Judge  draws  nigh, 

Hide  us,  hide  us. 
Rocks  and  mountains,  from  his  eye ! 
18 


274  HEAVEN. 

4  With  what  difTrent  exclamation 
Shall  the  saints  his  banner  see! 

By  the  tokens  of  his  passion, 
By  the  marks  received  for  me : 

All  discern  him : 
All  with  shouts  cry  out,  'Tis  He ! 

5  Lo,  'tis  He !  our  heart's  Desire, 
Come  for  his  espoused  below; 

Come  to  join  us  with  his  choir, 
Come  to  make  our  joys  o'erflow : 

Palms  of  vict'ry. 
Crowns  of  glory,  to  bestow. 


HEAVEN. 


259  8s  &  6s. 

There  is  a  holier  clime. 

THERE  is  a  holier  clime  than  ours, 
Where  no  rude  storms  are  driven 
Across  our  path,  to  blight  the  flowers, 
Or  crush  the  hopes  of  sunny  hours — 
For  this  pure  clime  is  heaven. 
^  Then,  when  life's  fountains  cease  to  play, 
^  And  being's  link  is  riven, 
0  may  our  spirits  soar  away. 

And  bathe  in  glory's  brightest  ray, 
Around  the  throne  of  heaven. 


HEAVEN.  275 

260  c.  M. 

2^he  goodly  city  in 


JERUSALEM  !  my  happy  home ! 
Name  ever  dear  to  me ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy  and  peace  in  thee  1 
This  world  is  not  my  home, 
This  world  is  not  my  home ; 
This  tvorld^s  a  wilderness  of  woe, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

2  O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 
Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 

Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbath  has  no  end*? 

This  world  is  not  my  home,  &c. 

3  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe  ? 
Or  feel  at  death  dismay? 

I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view. 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

This  world  is  not  my  home,  &c. 

4  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there,  ^ 
Around  my  Saviour  stand ;  ™ 

And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

This  world  is  not  my  home,  &c. 


276  HEAVEN. 

6  Jerusalem !  my  happy  home ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

This  world  is  not  my  home,  &c. 

261  PM. 

A  home  far  away. 

THERE    is    a   home,  a  home    fadeless 
and  bright, 
Far  away,  far  away  ; 
There  is   no  dark,  no   dark   and   stormy 
night, 

Far  away,  far  away ; 
For  Jesus  said,  "  I  will  prepare 
Thee,  child  of  earth,  a  dwelling  fair :" 
0,  may  I  have  a  mansion  there  ! 
Far  away,  far  away. 

2  Then  let  the  storm,  the  storm  be  wild 
and  long, 

Jesus  loves,  Jesus  loves ; 
And  this  shall  be,  shall  be  my  daily  song, 
^.  Jesus  loves,  Jesus  loves ; 

IP  He  loves,  he  loves  ;  I  know,  I  feel. 
Frail  as  I  am  he  loves  me  still ; 
0,  may  I  do  his  blessed  will ! 
Jesus  loves,  Jesus  loves. 


HEAVEN".  277 

3  And   then  at  home,  at  home  we  soon 
shall  be, 

Far  away,  far  away  ; 
From  care  and  pain,  from  pain  will  soon 
be  free. 

Far  aw^ay,  far  away ; 
There  tears  of  grief  are  never  known ; 
And  swiftly  we  are  passing  on 
To  that  bright  land  we  call  our  own, 
Far  away,  far  away. 

262  ®^  ^  ^^' 

The  land  of  rest 

THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wand'rers  given ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 
'Tis  found  above  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 
By  sin  and  sorrow  driven. 

When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls. 
And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye,  ^ 
To  brighter  prospects  given ;  ^ 

And  views  the  tempest  passing  "by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly. 
And  all  serene  in  heaven. 


2T8  HEAVEI?. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given ; 

There  rays  Divine  disperse  the  gloom ; 

Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

263  p.  M. 

The  pilgrim's  home. 

MID  scenes   of  affliction,  with  sorrow 
oppress'd, 
How  oft  have  I  sigh'd  for  the  season  of 

rest; 
When  no  more  in  this  wilderness  world  1 

shall  roam, 
But  find,  in  the  bosom  of  Jesus,  a  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory, 
my  home. 

2  No  spot  on  this  earth   can   give   per- 
manent bliss; 
No  home  for  the  stranger  and  pilgrim  is 
^  this ; 

[put  beyond  the   bright   azure,  the    star- 
spangled  dome, 
We'll  find,  in  the  bosom  of  Jesus,  a  home. 
Home,  home,  &c. 


HEAVEN.  2T9 

3  This  hope  cheers  the   prospect  that's 

gloomy  and  drear, 
And  points  to  the  haven   of  rest  that  is 

near ; 
0,  there   in  sweet  fields    of  delight   we 

shall  roam, 
And  find,  in  the  bosom  of  Jesus,  a  home ! 
Home,  home!  &c. 

4  My  home  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not 

here; 
Then  why  should  I  murmur  when  trials 

are  near? 
Be  hush'd,  my  dark  spirit ;  the  worst  that 

can  come, 
But  shortens  my  journey,  and  hastens  me 

home. 

Home,  home  I  &c. 

264  64,  64,  67,  64. 

The  happy  land. 

THERE  is  a  happy  land, 
Far,  far  away ; 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day : 
0  how  they  sweetly  sing,  w 

Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King : 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring 
For  evermore. 


280  HEAVEN. 

2  Come  to  this  happy  land, 
Come,  come  away ; 

Why  will  ye  doubting  stand? 

Why  still  delay? 
O  we  shall  happy  be, 
W^hen  from  sin  and  sorrow  free ; 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Bless'd  evermore. 

3  Bright,  in  that  happy  land, 
Beams  every  eye ; 

Kept  by  a  Father's  hand. 

Love  cannot  die. 
O,  then,  to  glory  run ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won ; 
And,  bright  above  the  sun, 

Reign  evermore. 

255  8  lines  8s. 

The  heavenly  Jerusalem. 

AWAY  with  our  sorrow  and  fear, 
We  soon  shall  recover  our  home : 
The  city  of  saints  shall  appear, 

The  day  of  eternity  come. 
!^om  earth  we  shall  quickly  remove, 

And  mount  to  our  native  abode ; 
The  house  of  our  Father  above — 
The  palace  of  angels  and  God. 


HEAVEN.  281 

2  Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end, 

When,  raised  by  the  life-giving  Word, 
We  see  the  new  city  descend, 

Adorn'd  as  a  bride  for  her  Lord : 
The  city  so  holy  and  clean, 

No  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air : 
No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin. 

No  shadow  of  evil,  is  there. 

S  By  faith  we  already  behold 

That  lovely  Jerusalem  here  : 
Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold ; 

As  crystal  her  buildings  are  clear; 
Immovably  founded  in  grace. 

She  stands  as  she  ever  hath  stood, 
And  brightly  her  Builder  displays. 

And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. 

266  P.M. 

The  heavenly  Jerumlem. 

THERE  is  a  holy  city, 
A  happy  world  above. 
Beyond  the  starry  regions, 

Built  by  the  God  of  love  ; 
And  everlasting  mansions,  * 

And  saints  array'd  in  white, 
There  serve  their  great  Redeemer, 
And  dwell  with  him  in  light. 


282  HEAVEN. 

2  It  is  no  world  of  trouble, 

The  God  of  peace  is  there, 
He  wipes  away  their  sorrows, 

He  banishes  their  care  ; 
Their  joys  are  still  increasing. 

Their  songs  are  ever  new ; 
They  praise  th'  eternal  Father, 

The  Son  and  Spirit  too. 

267  c.  M. 

The  heavenly  Canaan. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 
O,   that  ivill  he  joyful !  joyful !    joy- 
ful! 
O,  that  will  he  joyful ! 
To  meet  to  part  no  more, 
To  meet  to  part  no  more., 
On  Canaan'' s  happy  shore  ; 
^Tis  there  weHl  meet  at  Jesus'  feet, 
WeHl  meet  to  part  no  more. 
2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
*  And  never- with'ring  flowers : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 
O,  that  will  he  joyful  I  &c. 


HEAVEN.  283 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood. 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 
O,  that  ivill  he  joy  full  &c. 

4  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 

Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 
O,  that  will  he  joy  full  &c. 

268  p.  M. 

Eden  of  love. 

HOW  sweet   to   reflect  on  those   joys 
that  await  me. 
In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest ; 
Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome  shall 
meet  me. 
And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepared  for 
the  bless'd  ; 
Encircled    in   light,    and  with  glory  en- 
shrouded. 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's  sky  un- 
clouded, 
I'll  bathe    in   the  ocean  of  pleasure  un- 
bounded. 
And  range   with   delight   through  the 
Eden  of  love. 


284  HEAVEN. 

2  While  angelic  legions,  with  harps  tuned 

celestial, 
Harmoniously   join    in  the   concert   of 
praise, 
The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  regions 
terrestrial, 
In  loud  halleluiahs  their  voices  shall  raise : 
Then    songs    to    the    Lamb  shall  reecho 

through  heaven, 
My  soul  will  respond.  To  Immanuel  be  given 
All  glory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  dominion, 
Who  brought  us  through  grace  to  the 
Eden  of  love. 

3  Then  hail,  blessed  state !  hail,  ye  song- 

sters of  glory ! 
Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  I'll  meet  you 
above  ! 
And    join   your    full    choir   in   rehearsing 
the  story, 
"  Salvation  from  sorrow,  though  Jesus's 
love." 
Though  prison'd  in  earth,   yet  by  antici- 
pation. 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation 
Of  joys  that  await  me  when  freed  from 
probation  ; 
My  heart's  now  in  heaven,  the  Eden  of 
love  J 


HEAVEN.  285 

269  6s  &  5s. 

Wheti  shall  we  meet  again  ? 

WHEN  shall  we  meet  again  % 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever  % 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  forever? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes, 
Never,  no,  never  ! 

2  When  shall  love  purely  flow. 
Pure  as  life's  river  ? 

When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow, 

Changeless  forever  ? 
Where  joys  celestial  thrill. 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill. 

Never,  no,  never ! 

3  Up  to  that  world  of  light, 
Take  us,  dear  Saviour ! 

May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  forever  ! 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell. 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel, 

Never,  no,  never ! 


286  HEAVEN. 

4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again, 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever ; 
Soon  will  peace  wreath  her  chain 

Round  us  forever  : 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose, 
Secure  from  worldly  woes ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close, 

Never,  no,  never ! 

270  p.  M. 

The  heavenly  home. 
9"]l/riD  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature 
J-VJL    complaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with 

saints  ; 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's 

room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory, 
my  home. 
2  An  alien   from  God,  and  a  stranger  to 

grace, 
I  wander'd  through  earth,  its  gay  pleas- 
ures to  trace. 
In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam. 
Unmindful,  alas  !  that  it  led  me  from  home. 
Home,  home,  &c. 


HEAVEN.  287 

3  The   pleasures    of  earth  I   have   seen 

fade  away; 
They  bloom  for  a   season,  but  soon  they 

decay ; 
But  pleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus  are 

given, 
Salvation    on    earth,  and    a   mansion    in 

heaven. 
Home,  home,  &c. 

4  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing 

charms ! 
The  Saviour  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms  ; 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy,  I  hear  there  is 

room ; 
0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at 

home. 
Home,  home,  &c. 

5  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 
The  time  is  approaching  when  Jesus  will 

say, 
Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on 

my  throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  forever  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
O  there  I  shall  rest  with  my  Saviour, 
at  home. 


288  HEAYEK. 

271  p.  M. 

A  home  in  heaven. 

A  HOME    in    heaven!    what    a  joyful 
thought ; 
As  the  poor  man  toils  in  his  weary  lot ! 
His    heart    oppress'd,    and  with    anguish 

driven, 
From    his   home   below   to   his   home  in 
heaven. 

2  A  home  in  heaven !  as  the  sufferer  lies 
On  his  bed  of  pain,  and  uplifts  his  eyes 
To  that  bright  home,  what  a  joy  is  given, 
"With  the  blessed  thought  of  his  home  in 

heaven. 

3  A  home  in  heaven !  when  our  pleasures 

fade,  I, 

And  our  wealth  and  fame  in  the  dust  are 

laid: 
And  strength    decays,  and   our   health  is 

riven. 
We  are  happy  still  with  our  home  in  heaven. 

4  A  home  in  heaven !  when  the  faint  heart 

bleeds. 
By  the  Spirit's  stroke,  for  its  evil  deeds  ; 
0  !  then  what  bliss,  in  that  heart  forgiven, 
Does  the  hope  inspire  of  a  home  in  heaven  1 


ITEAYEN.  289 

5  A   home    in    heaven  !  when  our  friends 

are  fled, 
To  the  cheerless  gloom  of  the  moldering 

dead, 
We  wait  in  hope  on  the  promise  given  ; 
We    will    meet  up   there    in  our  home  in 

heaven. 

6  A  home  in  heaven!  when  the  wheel  is 

broke. 
And  the  golden  bowl,  by  the  terror-stroke  ; 
When   life's    bright    sun  sinks   in  death's 

dark  even. 
We    will    then    fly   up    to   our    home    in 

heaven. 

7  Our  home  in   heaven!    O,  the  glorious 

home. 
And  the  Spirit,  join'd  with  the  bride,  says 
'  "Come:" 

Come,  seek  his  face,  and  your  sins  forgiven, 
And  rejoice  in  hope  of  your  home  in  heaven. 


i 


272  s.  M. 

At  home  in  heaven. 

FOREVER  with  the  Lord! 
Amen,  so  let  it  be  ! 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 
'Tis  immortality. 
19 


290  HEAVEN. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 
Absent  from  Him  I  roam ; 

Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  Forever  with  the  Lord! 
Father,  if  'tis  thy  will. 

The  promise  of  that  faithful  word, 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfill. 

4  So,  when  my  latest  breath 
Shall  rend  the  vail  in  twain, 

By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

5  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 
How  shall  I  love  that  word, 

And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
Forever  with  the  Lord ! 

273  lis.  . 

The  Christian  Home. 

MY   soul's   full  of  glory,  inspiring  my 
tongue. 
Could  I  meet  with  angels  I'd  sing  them 

a  song ;  l 

I'd  sing  of  my  Jesus,  and  tell  of  his  charnls, 
And  beg  them  to  bear  me  to  his  loving  anns. 
Home,  home,  sioeet,  sweet  home-, 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory t 
my  home.  i 


I 


HEAVEN.  291 

2  0  Jesus!    0  Jesus!    thou  balm  of  my 

soul, 
'Twas  thou,  my  dear  Jesus,  that  made 
my  heart  whole : 

0  bring   me  to  view  thee,  thou   glorious 

King, 
In  oceans  of  glory  thy  praises  to  sing  1 
Home,  home,  &c. 

3  A  glimpse  of  bright  glory  surprises  my 

soul, 

1  sing  in  sweet  visions  to  view  the  bright 

goal ;  ^ 

My  soul,  while  I'm  singing,  is  leaping  to  go; 
This  moment  for  heaven,  I'd  leave  all  be- 
low. 
Home,  home,  &c. 

4  To  the  regions  of  glory  my  spirit  shall  flee, 
And  take  this  poor  body  immortal  and  free  ; 
With  angelic  armies  forever  to  blaze. 
On  Jesus's  beauties  forever  to  gaze. 

Home,  home,  &c. 

274  L.  M. 

Heaven. 

THERE  is  a  region  lovelier  far 
Than  sages  tell  or  poets  sing. 
Brighter  than  noonday  glories  are. 
And  softer  than  the  tints  of  spring. 


292  HEAVEN. 

2  It  is  not  fann'd  by  summer's  gale  ; 
'Tis  not  refresh'd  by  vernal  showers  : 

It  never  needs  the  moonbeam  pale, 
For  there  are  known  no  ev'ning  hours. 

3  It  is  all  holy  and  serene, 
The  land  of  glory  and  repose  ; 

No  cloud  obscures  the  radiant  scene  ; 
There  not  a  tear  of  sorrow  flows, 

4  No ;  for  that  world  is  ever  bright 
With  purest  radiance  all  its  own ; 

The  streams  of  uncreated  light 

Flow  round  it  from  th'  eternal  throne. 

275  c.  M. 

The  promised  land. 

ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

I  am  hound  for  the  promised  land, 
I  am  hound  for  the  pro?Jiised  land  ; 
My  Saviour  calls,  and  I  must  go, 
I  am  bound  for  the  promised  land. 
2  O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

I  dm  bound  for  the  promised  land,  &c. 


HEAVEN.  293 

3  There  generous  fruits  that  never  fail, 
On  trees  immortal  grow  ; 

There  rock,  and  hill,  and  brook,  and  vale. 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

I  am  hound  for  the  promised  land,  &c. 

4  O'er  all  those  wide-extended  plains 
Shines  one  eternal  day ; 

There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

I  am  bound  for  the  promised  land,  &c. 

5  No  chilling  wind,  or  pois'nous  breath. 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death. 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

lam  bound  for  the  promised  land,  &c. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
And  be  forever  bless'd  ? 

When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face. 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  % 

I  am  hound  for  the  promised  land,  &c. 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 
Would  here  no  longer  stay ; 

Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll. 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

I  am  hound  for  the  promised  land,  &c. 


294  HEAVEN. 

276  c.  M. 

My  Father's  house. 

THERE  is  a  place  of  waveless  rest 
Far,  far  beyond  the  skies, 
Where  beauty  smiles  eternally, 

And  pleasure  never  dies  ; 
My  Father's  house,  my  heavenly  home! 

Where  many  mansions  stand, 
Prepared  by  hands  Divine  for  all 
W^ho  seek  the  better  land. 

2  When  toss'd  upon  the  waves  of  life. 
With  fear  on  every  side. 

When  fiercely  howls  the  gathering  storm. 

And  foams  the  angry  tide. 
Beyond  the  storm,  beyond  the  gloom. 

Breaks  forth  the  light  of  morn, 
Bright  beaming  from  my  Father's  house, 

To  cheer  the  soul  forlorn. 

3  In  that  pure  home  of  tearless  joy, 
Earth's  parted  friends  shall  meet, 

With  smiles  of  love  that  never  fade. 

And  blessedness  complete  ; 
There,  there  adieus  are  sounds  unknown, 

Death  frowns  not  on  that  scene, 
But  life  and  glorious  beauty  shine, 

Untroubled  and  serene. 


HEAVEN.  295 

277  c.  M. 

Home. 

OLAND  of  rest !  for  thee  I  sigh, 
When  will  the  moment  come, 
When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home  1 
This  world  is  not  my  home, 
This  world  is  not  my  home; 
This  world's  a  wilderness  of  ivoe, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 
No  peaceful  sheltering  dome  ; 

This  world's  a  wilderness  of  woe, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

This  world  is  not  my  home,  &c. 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  sought  for  rest ; 
He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 

And  fly  for  succor  to  his  breast. 
And  he'd  conduct  me  home. 

This  world  is  not  my  home,  &c. 

4  I  would  at  once  have  quit  this  place, 
Where  foes  in  fury  roam ; 

But  ah !  my  passport  was  not  seal'd, 
I  could  not  yet  go  home. 

This  world  is  not  my  home,  &c. 


HEAVEIf. 

5  When  by  afflictions  sharply  tried, 
I  view'd  the  gaping  tomb  ; 

Although  I  dread  death's  chilling  flood, 
Yet  still  I  sigh  for  home. 

This  world  is  not  my  home,  &c. 

6  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round 
This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 

1  long  to  leave  the  unhallow'd  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 

This  world  is  not  my  home,  &c. 

278  8s  &  6s. 

Earth  and  heaven  contrasted. 

THIS  world  is  poor  from  shore  to  shore, 
And  like  a  baseless  vision ; 
Its  lofty  domes  and  brilliant  ore, 
Its  gems  and  crowns,  are  vain  and  poor : 
There's  nothing  rich  but  heaven. 

2  Empires  decay  and  nations  die  ; 
Our  hopes  to  winds  are  given  ; 

The  vernal  blooms  in  ruin  lie. 
Death  reigns  o'er  all  beneath  the  sky  : 
There's  nothing  sure  but  heaven. 

3  Creation's  mighty  fabric  all 
Shall  be  to  atoms  riven — 

The  skies  consume,  the  planets  fall, 
Convulsions  rock  this  earthly  ball  : 
There's  nothing  firm  but  heaven. 


PRAYER-MEETING-.  297 

4  A  stranger,  lonely  here  I  roam, 
From  place  to  place  am  driven  ; 

My  friends  are  gone,  and  I'm  in  gloom, 
This  earth  is  all  a  dismal  tomb  ; 
I  have  no  Jiome  but  heaven. 

5  The  clouds  disperse,  the  light  appears, 
My  sins  are  all  forgiven  ; 

Triumphant  grace  hath  quell'd  my  fears  ; 
Roll  on,  thou  sun  !  fly  swift,  my  years  ! 
I'm  on  my  way  to  heaven. 


GENERAL  PRAYER-MEETING, 


279  L.  M. 

The  mercy-seat. 

FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place,  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads  ; 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet — 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 


89S  GENEKAL 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend  : 
Though  sunder'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Ah !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd  ? 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat. 
Had  suffring  saints  no  mercy-seat  1 

5  There,  there  on  eagles'  wings  we  soar. 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more  ; 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
While  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

280  8s  &  7s. 

Sabbath  evening. 

HOW  bless'd  the  Sabbath  evening  time, 
Sweet  precious  moments  given  ; 
So  peaceful,  holy,  so  divine. 
We  seem  almost  to  hear  the  chime 
Foretelling  morn  in  heaven. 

2  Sweet  Sabbath  eve  !  day  after  day. 

In  weakness  we  have  striven ; 
But  strengthen'd,  now,  we  greet  thy  ray, 
It  lights  for  us  the  narrow  way 
That  leads  to  peace  in  heaven. 


PRAYER-MEETIXG.  299 

3  Sweet  Sabbath  eve,  sweet  Sabbath  eve, 

Dearest  of  all  the  seven ! 
We  love  thee,  yet  we  do  not  grieve 
That  earth's  fair  scenes  we  soon  must  leave, 

For  home — our  home  in  heaven. 

281  c.  M. 

Evening. — Solitude. 

I  LOVE  to  steal  a  while  away 
From  every  cumb'ring  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 
The  penitential  tear ; 

And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 
And  future  good  implore  ; 

And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  : 

The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 
May  its  departing  ray 

Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour. 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 


300  GENERAL 

282  L.  M. 

Design  of  prayer. 

PRAYER  is  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give ; 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray; 
They  learn  to  pray  when  first  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress  ; 
If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay ; 

If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress  ; 

In  every  case,  still  watch  and  pray. 

3  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak : 
Though    thought    be   broken,   language 

lame, 
Pray,  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not  speak ; 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

4  Depend  on  him  ;  thou  canst  not  fail ; 
Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known ; 

Fear  not ;  his  merits  must  prevail  : 
Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done. 

283  L.  M. 

In  the  sanctuary. 

FAR   from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  be 
gone. 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone ; 
Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  see ; 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 


PRAYER-MEETINa.  301 

2  O  warm  my  heart  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindle  there  a  pure  desire  : 
Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  Bless'd  Saviour,  what  delicious  fare ! 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

4  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  ; 
Thy  glorious  name  shall  be  adored. 
And  every  tongue  confess  the  Lord. 

284  L.  M. 

Sabbath  eve. 

CALM  Sabbath  eve !  how  bless'd  the  hour ! 
What  soul  so  dull  but  feels  its  power  ? 
What  magic  spell  doth  it  possess. 
At  once  to  gladden  and  to  bless ! 

2  The  heart,  depress'd  by  earthly  cares. 
Now  to  the  throne  of  grace  repairs  ; 
There  for  all  woes  a  solace  finds — 
There  God  the  wounded  Spirit  binds. 

3  Warm'd  by  devotion's  holy  fires, 

The  soul  to  Heaven's  high  court  aspires ; 

There  revels  in  celestial  light — 

There  joys  in  day  which  knows  no  night. 


302  GENERAL 

285  s.  M. 

The  pleasures  of  social  worship. 

HOW  charming  is  the  place 
Where  my  Redeemer,  God, 
Unvails  the  beauties  of  his  face, 

And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 
Here  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crown'd, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 

And  smile  on  all  around. 
2  To  him  their  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents  ; 
He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 

And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 
Give  me,  0  Lord,  a  place 

Within  thy  bless'd  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 

The  servants  of  my  God. 

286  ii«  &  8s. 

How  lovely  the  place. 

HOW    lovely    the    place    where    the 
Saviour  appears 
To  those  Avho  believe  in  his  word ! 
His  presence   disperses  my  sorrows  and 
fears, 
And  bids  me  rejoice  in  my  Lord. 


PRAYER-MEETING.  303 

2  A   day  in  his  courts,  than  a  thousand 

beside, 
Is  better  and  lovelier  far  ; 
My  soul  hates  the  tents  where  the  wicked 
reside. 
And  all  their  delights  I  abhor. 

3  Lord !  give  me  a  place  with  the  hum- 

blest of  saints, 
For  low  at  thy  feet  would  I  lie : 
I    know    that    thou    hearest    my    feeble 

complaints  ; 
Thou  hearest  the  young  raven's  cry. 

4  Give   strength  to  the   souls    that  now 

wait  upon  thee, 
0  come,  in  thy  chariot  of  love ! 
From  earth's  vain  enchantments,  O  help 

us  to  flee, 
And  to  set  our  aflfections  above  ! 


287  c.  M. 

Fellowship  with  God. 

FROM  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain, 
And  from  this  earthly  clod. 
Arise,  my  soul,  and  strive  to  gain 
Sweet  fellowship  with  God. 


304  GENERAL 

2  Say,  what  is  there  heneath  the  skies, 
In  all  the  paths  thou'st  trod, 

Can  meet  thy  wants,  or  give  thee  joys, 
Like  fellowship  with  God  ? 

3  Nor  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art, 
Nor  pleasure's  flow'ry  road. 

Can  to  my  soul  such  bliss  impart, 
As  fellowship  with  God? 

4  When  I  am  made,  in  love,  to  bear 
Affliction's  needful  rod, 

Light,  sweet,  and  kind  the  strokes  appear, 
Through  fellowship  with  God. 

5  In  fierce  temptation's  fiery  blasts, 
When  dangerous  is  the  road, 

I'm  happy,  if  I  can  but  taste 
Sweet  fellowship  with  God. 

6  So  when  the  icy  hand  of  death 
Shall  chill  my  flowing  blood, 

With  joy  I'll  yield  my  latest  breath, 
Through  fellowship  with  God. 

2gg  4  lines  7s. 

Tribute  of  praise  at  parting. 

CHRISTIANS,  brethren,  ere  we  part, 
Every  voice  and  every  heart 
Join,  and  to  our  Father  raise 
One  last  hymn  of  grateful  praise. 


PKAYER-MEETINa.  305 

2  Though  we  here  should  meet  no  more, 
Yet  there  is  a  brighter  shore  ; 

There,  released  from  toil  and  pain, 
There  we  all  may  meet  again. 

3  Now  to  thee,  thou  God  of  heaven, 
Be  eternal  glory  given  : 

Grateful  for  thy  love  divine. 
May  our  hearts  be  ever  thine. 

289  c.  M. 

The  voice  that  waJces  the  dead. 

THOU  Son  of  God,  whose  flaming  eyes 
Our  inmost  thoughts  perceive. 
Accept  the  grateful  sacrifice 
Which  now  to  thee  we  give. 

2  We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne. 
And  think  ourselves  sincere : 

But  show  us,  Lord,  is  every  one 
Thy  real  worshiper  1 

3  Is  here  a  soul  that  knows  thee  not, 
Nor  feels  his  need  of  thee — 

A  stranger  to  the  blood  which  bought 
His  pardon  on  the  tree  1 

4  Convince  him  now  of  unbelief. 
His  desperate  state  explain ; 

And  fill  his  heart  with  sacred  grief, 
And  penitential  pain. 
20 


306  GENERAL 

5  Speak  with  that  voice  that  wakes  the 
dead, 

And  bid  the  sleeper  rise  ; 
And  bid  his  guilty  conscience  dread 

The  death  that  never  dies. 

290  L.  M. 

The  Christian  renewing  Jiis  strength'.  Isa.  xl,  31. 

UP,  Christian,  up,  take  wings  and  fly, 
Above  the  tempest  and  the  storm ; 
Upon  thy  Father's  strength  rely  ; 
Thy  God  his  promise  shall  perform. 

2  As  the  strong  eagle  in  his  might 
Soars  on,  by  powerful  pinions  borne, 

So  may'st  thou  wing  thy  glorious  flight, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  scorn. 

3  What  though  the  billows  wildly  roll  ? 
What  though    the    clouds   may    darkly 

lower  ? 
Thy  God  shall  bear  thy  trembling  soul 
Far,  far  above  their  raging  power. 

4  Then  place  thy  firm,  unshaken  trust, 
On  Him  who  doth  the  winds  command ; 

On  his  unfailing  promise  rest. 

And  lean  upon  his  strong  right  hand. 


PEAYER-MEETING.  307 

5  Go,  leave  the  cares  of  earth  beneath ; 

With  soul  renew'd,  and  sins  forgiven. 
Mount  upward  on  the  wings  of  faith, 

Rejoicing  in  the  smiles  of  heaven. 

291  L.  M. 

Blessings  of  prayer. 

WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  the  mercy-seat ; 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  with- 

draw ; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love ; 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  keeps  the  Christian's  armor  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

292  s.  M. 

Love  for  Zion. 

I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode  ; 
The  Church  our  bless'd  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 


308  GENERAL 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  O  God ! 
Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways ; 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 

The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

293  4lmesls, 

Sabbath  evening. 

SOFTLY  fades  the  twilight  ray 
Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day  ; 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun, 
When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 
2  Peace  is  on  the  world  abroad  ; 
'Tis  the  holy  peace  of  God  : 
Symbol  of  the  peace  within, 
When  the  heart  is  free  from  sin. 


PEAYER-MEETING.  309 

3  Still  the  spirit  lingers  near, 
Where  the  evening  worshiper 
Seeks  communion  with  the  skies, 
Pressing  onward  to  the  prize. 

4  Saviour,  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  thee; 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose. 
Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 

294  c.  M. 

What  is  prayer. 

PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Utter'd  or  unexpress'd  ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 
The  falling  of  a  tear, 

The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye. 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 

Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air  ; 

His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death — 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 


310  GENERAL 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 
Returning  from  his  \va5^s  ; 

While  angels,  in  their  songs,  rejoice, 
And  cry,  Behold,  he  prays ! 

6  O  thou  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 

The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  : 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  ! 


295  L.M. 

Pleasures  of  devotion. 

HOW  sweet  to  leave  the  world  a  while. 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord! 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  smile, 
According  to  thy  faithful  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 
That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee  : 

0  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ; 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

3  "  Chief  of  ten  thousands,"  now  appear, 
That  we  by  faith  may  view  thy  face ; 

O  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear. 
And  let  thy  presence  fill  the  placet 


PRAYER-MEETINa.  311 

MISSIONARY  PRAYER-MEETING. 


J^"  A  choice  collection  of  hymns,  adapted  to  the 
Monthly  Missioxaby  Cokcert,  are  here  inserted, 
in  hope  that  the  day  is  not  distant  when  such  meetings 
will  be  held  in  all  our  churches, 

296  s.  M. 

Missionary  Hymn. 

ZION,  arise  ajnd  shine, 
Thy  light,  thy  God  is  come  ; 
His  glory  heams  with  rays  divine, 
He  calls  thy  children  home. 

2  On  all  the  Church  below 
He  sheds  his  Spirit  down. 

That  grateful  hosts  to  him  may  flow, 
And  make  his  glories  known. 

3  Like  gentle  showers  of  spring, 
It  falls  on  distant  lands  ; 

The  little  hills  rejoice  and  sing, 
The  valleys  clap  their  hands. 

4  Many  through  all  the  earth 
Are  running  to  and  fro. 

To  give  the  expected  ages  birth, 
And  vanquish  every  foe. 


312  MISSIONARY 

5  Support  them  in  the  fight 
Where  ancient  vices  reign  ; 

And  may  they,  in  thy  Spirit's  might, 
The  rights  of  God  maintain. 

297  CM. 

Second  part. 

MAY  every  pagan  knee 
Bow  down  beneath  their  word  ; 
And  every  tongue  confess  to  thee, 
That  Jesus  is  the  Lord. 

2  Let  truth  her  beauty  show, 
And  grace  her  charms  disclose ; 

And  lay  the  daring  idols  low, 
And  chase  away  thy  foes. 

3  May  all  the  heathen  lands 
Be  sprinkled  with  his  blood, 

And  Ethiopia  stretch  her  hands 
T' embrace  the  Saviour  God. 

4  May  all  the  nations  know 
The  heaven  of  Jesus'  love  : 

Unite  them  to  thy  Church  below, 
And  then  the  Church  above. 

5  Haste,  haste,  the  happy  day, 
The  prophets'  cheering  theme  ; 

And  wipe  our  tears  and  grief  away, 
And  reign  the  Lord  supreme. 


PEAYER-MEETING.  313 

298  ^^'  ^^'  ^6'  ^^- 

The  cri/  of  the  heathen. 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand  ; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blovi^  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 

Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high, 

Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation  !    0  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 
Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 


B14  MISSIONARY 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory. 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

299  11. 

The  triumph  of  tndh. 

TTIIS  built   on  a  rock,  and   the  tempest 

X     may  rave ; 
Its  solid  foundation  repels  the  proud  wave ; 
Though  Satan   himself  should  appear  in 

the  van. 
Truth   smiles  at  the  rage   of  the   infidel 

clan. 

2  "  Like  the  sun  going  forth  "  in  his  mighty 

career. 
To  gladden  the   earth  and  illumine  each 

sphere ; 
The    chariot   of  Truth    shall   in   majesty 

roll 
O'er  climate,  isle,  ocean,  to  each  distant 

pole. 


PRAYER-MEETING.  315 

3  A  glorified  course  it  shall  nobly  pursue, 
Encircling  with  radiance  both  Gentile  and 

Jew ; 
And    millions    of    heathens,    their    idols 

despising, 
Shall  bask  in  the  light,  and  exult  in    its 

rising ! 

4  The  shadows  that  cover  the  regions  of 

Ham 
Shall  vanish,  or  flame  with  the  light   of 

the  Lamb ; 
Each  lovely  green  island  that  gems  the 

salt  wave, 
His   truth  will    convert,  his  philanthropy 

save  ! 

300  76,  76,  76,  76. 

Departing  missionaries. 

T)  OLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean ; 
JLt  And,  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below. 
Arise,  ye  gales,  and  waft  them 

Safe  to  the  destined  shore  ; 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness, 

And  death's  black  shade,  no  more. 


316  MISSIONARY 

2  O,  thou  eternal  Ruler, 

Who  holdest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean, 

Protect  them  from  all  harm  ! 
Thy  presence,  Lord,  be  with  them, 

Wherever  they  may  be  ; 
Though  far  from  us  who  love  them. 

Still  let  the^  be  with  thee. 

301  7s  &  5s. 

The  heathen! s  cry. 

HARK !  what  cry  arrests  my  ear  ? 
Hark !  what  accents  of  despair  ? 
'Tis  the  heathen's  dying  prayer  ; 

Friends  of  Jesus,  hear. 
Men  of  God,  to  you  we  cry, 
Rests  on  you  our  tearful  eye ; 
Help  us,  Christians,  or  we  die — 
Die  in  dark  despair ! 

2  Hasten,  Christians,  haste  to  save, 

O'er  the  land,  and  o'er  the  wave, 

Dangers,  death,  and  distance  brave ; 

Hark !  for  help  they  call. 
Afric  bends  her  suppliant  knee ; 
Asia  spreads  her  hand  to  thee ; 
Hark  !  they  urge  the  heaven-born  plea, 
Jesus  died  for  all. 


PRAYER- MEETING.  317 

3  Haste, then,  spread  the  Saviour's  name; 
Snatch  the  firebrands  from  the  flame  ; 
Deck  his  glorious  diadem 

With  their  ransom'd  souls. 
See  !  the  pagan  altars  fall ! 
See  !  the  Saviour  reigns  o'er  all ! 
Crown  him  !  crown  him !  Lord  of  all ! 

Echoes  round  the  poles. 

302  64,  64,  67,  64. 

Bible  for  the  heathen. 

OS  END  the  word  Divine, 
Far,  far  away ; 
In  every  heathen  clime 

Its  light  display  ; 
0  let  the  Burman  sing, 
"  Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King," 
And  loud  his  praises  ring — 
Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

2  God's  word  to  every  land,. 

Send,  send  away  ; 
He  will,  with  bounteous  hand, 

Our  love  repay. 
O !  we  shall  happy  be. 
When  the  heathen  we  shall  see 
Dwelling,  gracious  Lord,  with  thee, 
In  heaven  for  aye. 


318  MISSIONARY 

3  Then,  in  that  happy  land, 

Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day, 
O  we  will  sweetly  sing, 
"  Worthy  is  oar  Saviour  King," 
And  with  the  heathen  ring  . 

His  praise  for  aye. 

303  L.  M. 

Christ'' s  universal  and  everlasting  hingd<y)n. 

JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run ; 
His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet, 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet ; 
While  western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 

3  To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head ; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

4  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 


PRAYER-MEETING.  319 

304  8s,  7s,  &  4s. 
Zion. 

ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands : 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  shall  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 
Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  1 

Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved'? 

Cease  thy  mourning, 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

3  Thy  own  God  will  soon  restore  thee, 
He  himself  appears  thy  friend  ; 

All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee. 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end. 
Great  deliv'rance 
Zion's  king  will  surely  send. 

305  8s  &  7s. 

The  heathen  crying  for  help. 

HARK !  what  mean  those  lamentations. 
Rolling  sadly  through  the  sky  ? 
'Tis  the  cry  of  heathen  nations — 
"  Come  and  help  us,  or  we  die !" 


320  MISSIONAEY 

2  Hear  the  heathen's  sad  complaining ; 

Christians  !  hear  their  dying  cry  ; 
And,  the  love  of  Christ  constraining, 

Haste  to  help  them,  ere  they  die. 


306  8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

Oer  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness. 

O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still,  and  gaze ; 
All  the  promises  do  travail 
With  a  glorious  day  of  grace  : 
Blessed  jubilee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

2  Let  the  dark,  benighted  heathen, 
Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 

That  Divine  and  glorious  conquest, 
Once  obtain'd  on  Calvary  ; 
Let  the  Gospel 
Loud  resound  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 

And  from  eastern  coast  to  western. 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 
And  redemption. 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 


PRAYER-MEETING.  321 

4  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel, 
Win  and  conquer,  never  cease ; 

May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions, 

Multiply  and  still  increase : 

Sway  thy  scepter, 

Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 

307  8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

The  day-spring. 

CHRISTIAN  !  see,  the  orient  morning 
Breaks  along  the  heathen  sky  ; 
Lo !  th'  expected  day  is  dawning — 
Glorious  day-spring  from  on  high. 

Halleluiah ! 
Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high ! 

2  Heathen  at  the  sight  are  singing ; 
Morning  wakes  the  tuneful  lays ; 

Precious  offerings  they  are  bringing — 
First-fruits  of  more  perfect  praise. 

Halleluiah ! 
Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high ! 

3  Zion's  Sun !  salvation  beaming. 
Gilding  now  the  radiant  hills. 

Rise  and  shine,  till,  brighter  gleaming, 
All  the  world  thy  glory  fills. 

Halleluiah ! 
Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high! 
21 


322  MISSIONARY 

4  Lord  of  every  tribe  and  nation ! 

Spread  thy  truth  from  pole  to  pole, 
Spread  the  light  of  thy  salvation, 

Till  it  shine  on  every  soul. 
Halleluiah  ! 

Hail  the  day-spring  from  on  high! 

308  L.  M. 

The  Jews. 

DISOWN'D    by   heaven,    by   man    op- 
press'd, 
Outcasts  from  Zion's  hallow'd  ground, 
Wherefore  should  Israel's  sons,  once  bless'd, 
Still  roam  the  scorning  world  around? 

2  Lord !  visit  thy  forsaken  race  ; 
Back  to  thy  fold  the  wand'rers  bring ; 

Teach  them  to  seek  thy  slighted  grace, 
To  hail  in  Christ  their  promised  King. 

3  The  vail  of  darkness  rend  in  twain. 
Which  hides  their  Shiloh's  glorious  light ; 

The  sever'd  olive  branch  again 
Firm  to  its  parent  stock  unite. 

4  Haste,  glorious  day!  expected  long, 
When  Jew  and  Greek  one  prayer  shall 

pour; 
With  eager  feet  one  temple  throng ; 
One  God  with  grateful  praise  adore. 


PRAYER-MEETING.  323 

309  lis  &  los. 

Zlon  triumphant. 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy 
sadness, 
Wake !    for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee 
no  more  ; 
Bright  o'er  the  hills  dawns  the   day-star 
of  gladness  ; 
Rise  !  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrows  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes  ;  but  the  Arm  that 

subdued  them, 
And  scatter'd  their  legions,  was  mightier 

far ; 
They  fled  like  the  chaff,  from  the  scourge 

that  pursued  them ; 
Vain  were  their  steeds,  and  their  chariots 

of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  Pow'r  that  hath 

saved  thee, 

Extoll'd  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel 
should  be  ; 
Shout!  for  the  foe  is  destroy'd  that  en- 
slaved thee, 

Th'  oppressor  is  vanquish'd,  and  Zion  is 
free. 


824  MISSIONARY 

310  lie. 

"  Their  sound  is  gone  o-ut." 

THE  sound  of  salvation  is  echo'd  afar ; 
The  breezes  have  borne  the  glad  tid- 
ings abroad  ; 
The   light   that   is  beaming  from   Bethle- 
hem's Star 
Is   chasing   the  darkness  from  sorrow's 
abode : 
The  wastes  of  the  desert  in  verdure  appear, 
With  rich  blooming  fragrance  perfuming 

the  air ; 
The  mountains  are  sinking,  the  valleys  arise, 
And  earth  is  becoming  the  joy  of  the  skies. 

2  The  sound  of  salvation  is  echo'd  afar ; 
The  heralds  aloud  the  glad  mission  pro- 
claim ; 
The    sons    of  redemption  now  waken  to 
pray'r. 
And  millions  rejoice  in  Immanuel's  name  : 
O  tremble,  ye  fugitives,  monsters  of  sin  ! 
Ye  demons  of  darkness,  ye   foul  and  un- 
clean ! 
Ye    soon   shall   descend   to  your  destined 

abode, 
While  earth  shall  rejoice  in  the  smiles  of 
her  God. 


PRAYER-MEETING.  325 

3  The  sound  of  salvation  is  echo'd'afar, 
And   converts    outnumber  the  drops  of 
the  morn  ; 
Loud  songs  of  rejoicing  are  borne  through 
the  air, 
From   regions    long  wasted,    despised, 
and  forlorn  : 
Now  millions  of  heathen  receive  the  glad 

word, 
The  outcasts  of  Israel  return  to  the  Lord, 
The  earth  and  the    sea   shall  be  cleansed 

from  their  stain, 
And   Jesus,    triumphant,    begin   his    glad 
reign. 

311  L.  M. 

Darkness  in  Palestine. 

NIGHT   wraps   the  land  where   Jesus 
spoke, 
No  guiding  star  the  wise  men  see ; 
And  heavy  is  oppression's  yoke, 

Where  first  the  Gospel  said,  "  Be  free  !" 

2  And  where  the  harps  of  angels  bore 
Heaven's    message    to    the    shepherd- 
throng. 

Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  no  more 
To  murmur  Bethlehem's  vales  along. 


326  MISSIONARY 

3  Send  forth,  send  forth  the  glorious  light 
That  from  eternal  woe  doth  save ; 

And  bid  Christ's  heralds  speed  their  flight, 
Ere  millions  find  a  hopeless  grave. 


312  8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

Missionary's  farewell. 

YES,  my  native  land!  I  love  thee; 
All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well; 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country. 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell? 
Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

2  Home,  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely, 
Joys  no  stranger  heart  can  tell ; 

Happy  home !  'tis  sure  I  love  thee ; 
Can  I,  can  I  say,  farewell? 
Can  I  leave  thee. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 
Holy  days  and  Sabbath  bell, 

Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure, 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell  ? 
Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 


PRAYER-MEETING.  327 

4  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 
From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well ; 

Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me ; 
Lovely  native  land,  farewell ! 
Pleased,  I  leave  thee. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell, 

5  In  the  desert  let  me  labor ; 
On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 

How  he  died,  the  blessed  Saviour, 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell. 
Let  me  hasten, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean ; 
Let  the  winds  my  canvas  swell ; 

Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell. 
Glad  I  bid  thee. 
Native  land,  farewell !  farewell ! 

313  p  M- 

31ission  to  Palestine. 

THEY  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the 
patriarchs  rest. 
Where  the  bones  of  the  prophets  are  laid, 
Where  the   chosen  of  Israel  the  promise 
possess'd, 
And  Jehovah  his  wonders  display'd ; 


828  MISSIONARY 

To  the  land  where  the  Saviour  of  sinners 
once  trod, 
Where  he  labor 'd,  and  languish'd,  and 
bled; 
Where  he  triumph'd   o'er  death,  and  as- 
cended to  God, 
As  he  captive  captivity  led. 

2  They  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the 

Gospel's  glad  sound, 
Sweetly  tuned  by  the  angel's  above, 
Was  reecho'd  on   earth,  through   the  re- 
gions around. 
In  the  accents  of  heavenly  love  ; 
Where  the  Spirit  descended,  in  tokens  of 
flame. 
The  rich  gifts  of  his  grace  to  reveal ; 
Where    apostles    wrought    signs    in   Im- 
manuel's  name. 
The  truth  of  their  mission  to  seal. 

3  They  have  gone — the   glad  heralds  of 

mercy  have  gone 
To   the   land  where   the  martyrs  once 

bled; 
Where  the   "Beast  and  False  Prophet" 

have  since  trodden  down 
The  fair  fabric  that  Zion  had  laid  ; 


PRAYER-MEETING.  329 

Where   the    Churches  once   planted,  and 
water'd,  and  bless'd 
With  the  dews  which  the  Spirit  distill'd, 
Have     been    smitten,    despoil'd,    and   by- 
heathen  possess'd. 
And  the  places  that  knew  them,  defiled. 
4  They  have  gone — 0,  thou  Shepherd  of 
Israel — have  gone 
The  glad  mission  in  love  to  restore  : 
Thou   wilt   not   forsake  them,   nor   leave 
them  alone  ; 
Thy  blessing  we  humbly  implore. 
Thy   blessing    go  with   them — 0  be  thou 
their  shield 
From  the  shafts  of  the  fowler  that  fly ; 
0,  Saviour  of  sinners,  thine  arm  be  reveal'd 
In  mercy,  in  might,  from  on  high. 

Q1  ^  8  lines  7s. 

The  watchman's  report. 

WATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ? 
Trav'ler,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  the  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell? 
Trav'ler,  yes,  it  brings  the  day — 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 


330  MISSIONARY 

2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night ; 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 

Trav'ler,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 

Watchman,  will  its  beams,  alone. 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? 

Trav'ler,  ages  are  its  own ; 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 

Trav'ler,  darkness  takes  its  flight ; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman,  let  thy  wand'ring  cease ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Trav'ler,  lo !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

315  4  lines  7s. 

The  banner  of  the  cross. 
Pi  0,  ye  messengers  of  God  ; 
vX    Like  the  beams  of  morning,  fly ; 
Take  the  wonder-working  rod ; 
Wave  the  banner-cross  on  high. 

2  Go  to  many  a  tropic  isle 
In  the  bosom  of  the  deep. 

Where  the  skies  forever  smile, 
And  th'  oppress'd  forever  weep. 


PEAYER-MEETING.  331 

3  O'er  the  pagan's  night  of  care 
Pour  the  living  light  of  heaven ; 

Chase  away  his  wild  despair ; 
Bid  him  hope  to  be  forgiven. 

4  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day- 
Open  on  the  palmy  East, 

High  the  bleeding  cross  display ; 
Spread  the  Gospel's  richest  feast. 

31  g  4  lines  7s. 

Ckrisfs  universal  reign. 

HASTEN,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 
When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway. 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 
Shall  the  Gospel  call  obey. 

2  Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own ; 
Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore ; 

Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

3  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease ; 
Then  be  banish'd  grief  and  pain ; 

Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Undisturb'd,  shall  ever  reign. 

4  Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord ; 
Ever  praise  his  glorious  name  ; 

All  his  mighty  acts  record — 
All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 


332  MISSIONAEY 

317  ^  ^^^^^  '^^' 

The  heathen  mother. 

SEE  that  heathen  mother  stand 
Where  the  sacred  currents  flow, 
With  her  own  maternal  hand 

'Mid  the  waves  her  infant  throw. 

2  Hark!  I  hear  the  piteous  scream! 
Frightful  monsters  seize  their  prey  ; 

Or  the  dark  and  bloody  stream 
Bears  the  struggling  child  away. 

3  Fainter  now,  and  fainter  still, 
Breaks  the  cry  upon  the  ear ; 

But  the  mother's  heart  is  steel ; 
She,  unmoved,  that  cry  can  hear! 

4  Send,  O  send  the  Bible  there, 
Let  its  precepts  reach  her  heart ; 

She  may  then  her  children  spare — 
Act  the  mother's  tender  part. 

318  8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

Departure  of  missionaries. 

MEN  of  God,  go  take  your  stations ; 
Darkness  reigns  o'er  all  the  earth ; 
Loud  proclaim  among  the  nations 
Joyful  news  of  heavenly  birth : 

Bear  the  tidings, 
Tidings  of  the  Saviour's  worth ! 


PRATEK-MEETING.  333 

2  Go  to  men  in  darkness  sleeping, 
Tell  that  Christ  is  strong  to  save  ; 

Go  to  men  in  bondage  weeping, 
Publish  freedom  to  the  slave  ; 

Tell  the  dying, 
Christ  has  triumphed  o'er  the  grave. 

3  What  though  earth,  by  hell  excited. 
Should  oppose  the  Saviour's  reign  ! 

Plead  his  cause  to  souls  benighted  ; 
Fear  ye  not  the  face  of  men  ; 

Vain  the  tumult, 
Earth  and  hell  will  rage  in  vain. 

4  Though  exposed  to  fearful  dangers, 
Jesus  wdll  his  own  defend  ; 

Borne  afar  'mid  foes  and  strangers, 
Jesus  is  your  heavenly  Friend  ; 

And  his  presence 
Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end. 

319  8s  &  7s. 

Missionary 


ONWARD,  onward,  men  of  heaven! 
Bear  the  Gospel  banner  high ; 
Rest  not  till  its  light  is  given. 
Star  of  every  pagan  sky. 


334  MISSIONARY 

Send   it  where  the  pilgrim  stranger 
Faints  'neath  Asia's  vertic  ray ; 

Bid  the  red-brow'd  forest  ranger 
Hail  it  ere  it  fades  away. 

2  Where  the  Arctic  ocean  thunders, 
Where  the  tropics  fiercely  glow, 

Broadly  spread  its  page  of  wonders. 
Brightly  bid  its  radiance  flow. 

India  marks  its  luster  stealing; 

Shivering  Greenland  loves  its  rays ; 

Afric,  mid  her  deserts  kneeling, 
Lifts  the  untaught  strain  of  praise. 

3  Rude  in  speech,  or  grim  in  feature, 
Dark  in  spirit,  though  they  be. 

Show  that  light  to  every  creature, 
Prince  or  vassal,  bond  or  free. 

Lo!  they  haste  to  every  nation; 
Host  on  host  the  ranks  supply ; 

Onward!  Christ  is  our  salvation, 
And  your  death  is  victory. 


m 


PRAYER-MEETING.  335 

SUNDAY-SCHOOL  PRAYER-MEETING. 


320  L.  M. 

Teacher's  prayer. 

MAY  we  who  teach  the  rising  race 
Be  iiU'd,  0  Lord,  with  every  grace  ; 
And  may  thy  Spirit  from  above 
Descend  and  bless  our  work  of  love. 

2  Thy  grace  to  those  we  teach  impart ; 
O  Lord,  renew  each  youthful  heart; 
Help  them  from  every  sin  to  flee, 
And  dedicate  their  lives  to  thee. 

3^  May  we  in  love  to  them  abound, 
And  zealous  in  the  work  be  found; 
And  many  seals  may  we  obtain, 
To  prove  our  labor  not  in  vain. 

321  87,  87,  47. 

A  blessing  sought  for  the  Sunday-school. 

THOU  who  didst  with  love  and  blessing, 
Gather  Zion's  babes  to  thee ; 
Still  a  Saviour's  love  expressing, 
Now  the  babes  of  Zion  see  ; 

Bless  the  labors 
That  would  bring  them  up  for  thee. 


336  SUNDAY-SCHOOL 

2  Smile  upon  our  weak  endeavor, 
Vain,  if  thou  thy  smile  deny ; 

Let  them  rise,  to  live  forever  I 

Train,  O  !  train  them  for  the  sky : 

Ne'er  may  Satan 
Plunder  Zion's  nursery. 

3  Lord,  with  humble  fervor  bending, 
We  thy  blessing  would  entreat ; 

Let  thy  Spirit,  now  descending. 
Make  the  toils  of  learning  sweet ; 

Straight  to  Zion 
Guide  the  young  inquirer's  feet. 

322  s.  M. 

Prayer  for  youth. 
P  REAT  God  !  with  heart  and  tongue, 
vT  For  all  our  youth  we  pray ; 
O  may  they  learn,  while  they  are  young, 
To  walk  in  wisdom's  way ! 

2  Now,  in  their  early  days. 
Teach  them  thy  will  to  know ; 

O  God,  thy  sanctifying  grace 
On  every  heart  bestow  ! 

3  Make  their  unguarded  youth 
The  object  of  thy  care  ; 

Cause  them  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
And  fly  from  every  snare. 


PKAYER-MEETING.  337 

4  Their  hearts,  to  folly  prone, 
Renew  by  power  Divine  ; 

Unite  them  to  thyself  alone, 
And  make  them  wholly  thine. 

5  Lord,  let  thy  sacred  word 
Their  warmest  thoughts  employ; 

There  let  them  daily  find  the  road 
Which  leads  to  endless  joy. 


323 


C.  M. 

The  Sabbath-school. 


SWEET  Sabbath-school,  place  dear  to  me, 
Where'er  through  life  I  roam. 
My  heart  will  often  turn  to  thee. 
My  childhood's  Sabbath  home. 

2  Within  thy  courts  of  Him  I've  heard 
Whose  birth  the  angel's  sung. 

When  o'er  the  shepherds,  fill'd  with  fear, 
The  star  of  glory  hung. 

3  0  holy  place !  where  first  we  shed 
The  penitential  early  tear  ; 

Where  youthful  steps  are  taught  to  tread 
In  paths  of  peace  and  prayer. 

4  When  all  our  wand'rings  here  shall  cease, 
And  cares  of  life  shall  end, 

In  God's  eternal  Sabbath-place 
May  we  our  anthems  blend. 
22 


338  SUNDAY-SCHOOL 

324  c.  M. 

Blessedness  of  instructing  the  young. 

DELIGHTFUL  work  !  young  souls  to 
win, 
And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  redeeming  grace. 

2  Children  our  kind  protection  claim; 
And  God  will  well  approve 

When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 
And  their  Redeemer  love. 

3  Be  ours  the  bliss,  in  wisdom's  way 
To  guide  untutorM  youth  ; 

And  show  the  mind  which  went  astray 
The  Way,  the  Life,  the  Truth. 

4  Almighty  God,  thine  influence  shed, 
To  aid  this  bless'd  design  : 

The  honors  of  thy  name  be  spread. 
And  all  the  glory  thine. 

325  L.  M. 

Children  the  hope  of  the  Church. 

CHILDHOOD  and  youth,  how  vain  they 
seem! 
Their  beauty  passes  like  a  dream. 
And  soon  or  late  the  loveliest  bloom 
Will  fade  and  wither  in  the  tomb. 


PRAYER-MEETING.  339 

2  Yet  in  our  charge  with  hope  we  trace 
The  features  of  a  future  race  ; 

And  in  these  youthful  classes  see 
The  seed  of  Churches  yet  to  be. 

3  God  of  the  Church,  which  must  remain 
While  generations  wax  and  wane, 

For  this  we  toil,  0  deign  to  bless 
The  humble  effort  with  success. 

4  Hence  fill  thy  courts  with  songs  of  praise, 
Hence  ministers  and  people  raise, 

And  hence  supply  the  failing  bands 
That  bear  thy  word  to  heathen  lands. 

5  We  plead  thy  promise,  sovereign  Lord, 
While  thus  we  pray  with  one  accord : 
E'en  as  thy  promise  let  it  be. 

For,  touching  this,  we  all  agree. 

326  8s  &  7s. 

Sabbath  School  Union  Hymn. 

BE  the  little  ones  instructed, 
Taught  the  knowledge  of  the  Lord ; 
To  the  schools,  to  church  conducted  ; 

Christ  invites  them  in  his  word. 
2  Brethren,  sisters  !  fond  of  guiding 

Youthful  feet  that  wandering  stray, 
In  your  Saviour's  help  confiding, 
Lead  them  on  in  wisdom's  way. 


340  PRAYER-MEETING. 

3  Still  the  Lord,  by  invitation, 
Welcomes  children  to  his  arms  ; 

Boundless  is  the  Lord's  compassion, 
Sweet  the  voice  of  Jesus  charms. 

4  Hear  us,  Saviour  !  now  imploring 
For  the  children  of  our  care  ; 

May  their  hearts,  by  love  adoring. 
Find  access  to  thee  in  prayer. 

5  Lord  of  teachers !  blessed  Jesus, 
As  thou  wert,  make  us  to  be  ; 

Then,  what  pleaseth  thee  will  please  us, 
We  shall  then  resemble  thee. 


327 


C.  M. 

The  Christian  child. 


BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
How  sweet  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo !  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 
The  paths  of  peace  have  trod  ; 

Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
The  lily  must  decay ; 

The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 


CLASS-MEETING.  341 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 
Of  man's  maturer  age 

Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  0  Thou  who  givest  life  and  breath, 
We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 

In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death- 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 


CLASS-MEETIS 

328 

The  loadstone  c 

JESUS,  united  by 
And  each  to  ea 
With  confidence  v 
And  know  our 

2  Still  let  us 
And  bear  t 

A  band  of ) 
Which  ] 

3  Make  i 
Baptiz 

And  let 
And 


342  CLASS-MEETING. 

4  Touch'd  by  the  loadstone  of  thy  love, 
Let  all  our  hearts  agree ; 

And  ever  toward  each  other  move, 
And  ever  move  toward  thee. 

5  To  thee,  inseparably  join'd. 
Let  all  our  spirits  cleave  ; 
may  we  all  the  loving  mind 

'hat  was  in  thee  receive. 


S.  M. 
Meeting,  after  absence. 

^  we  yet  alive, 

"  each  other's  face? 

se  to  Jesus  give 

■aing  grace. 

^r  Divine 

here, 

^•e  we  join, 
-'ear. 

^  seen ! 
pass'd  I 
s  within. 


•d, 


CLASS-MEETING.  343 

3  Then  let  us  make  our  boast 

Of  his  redeeming  power, 
Which  saves  us  to  the  uttermost. 

Till  we  can  sin  no  more : 
Let  us  take  up  our  cross, 

Till  we  the  crown  obtain  : 
And  gladly  reckon  all  things  loss, 

So  we  may  Jesus  gain. 

330  s.  M. 

Olahning  the  promise. 

JESUS,  we  look  to  thee, 
Thy  promised  presence  claim  ; 
Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  shalt  be, 
Assembled  in  thy  name  ; 

2  Thy  name  salvation  is. 
Which  here  we  come  to  prove  ; 

Thy  name  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace, 
And  everlasting  love. 

3  Not  in  the  name  of  pride 
Or  selfishness  we  meet ; 

From  nature's  paths  we  turn  aside, 
And  worldly  thoughts  forget. 

4  We  meet  the  grace  to  take, 
Which  thou  hast  freely  given  ; 

We  meet  on  earth  for  thy  dear  sake, 
That  we  may  meet  in  heaven. 


344  CLASS-MEETING. 

5  Present  we  know  thou  art, 
But  0,  thyself  reveal ! 

Now,  Lord,  let  every  bounding  heart 
The  mighty  comfort  feel. 

6  O  !  may  thy  quickening  voice 
The  death  of  sin  remove ; 

And  bid  our  inmost  souls  rejoice, 
In  hope  of  perfect  love. 

331  L.  M. 

Glorious  and  spotless. 

JESUS,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Great  Builder  of  thy  Church  below ; 
If  now  thy  Spirit  move  my  breast. 
Hear,  and  fulfill  thine  own  request. 

2  The  few  that  truly  call  thee  Lord, 
And  wait  thy  sanctifying  word. 
And  thee  their  utmost  Saviour  own, 
Unite  and  perfect  them  in  one. 

3  0  let  them  all  thy  mind  express, 
Stand  forth  thy  chosen  witnesses ; 
Thy  power  unto  salvation  show, 
And  perfect  holiness  below. 

4  In  them  let  all  mankind  behold 
How  Christians  lived  in  days  of  old  ; 
Mighty  their  envious  foes  to  move, 

A  proverb  of  reproach  and  love. 


CLASS-MEETING.  345 

332  c.  M. 

Rejoicing  in  hope. 

LIFT  up  your  hearts  to  things  above, 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
And  join  with  us  to  praise  his  love, 
And  glorify  his  name. 

2  To  Jesus'  name  give  thanks  and  sing, 
Whose  mercies  never  end  : 

Rejoice!  rejoice !  the  Lord  is  King; 
The  King  is  now  our  Friend. 

3  We  for  his  sake  count  all  things  loss; 
On  earthly  good  look  down; 

And,  joyfully  sustain  the  cross, 
Till  we  receive  the  crown. 

4  O  let  us  stir  each  other  up. 
Our  faith  by  works  t'  approve — 

By  holy,  purifying  hope. 
And  the  sweet  task  of  love. 

5  Let  all  who  for  the  promise  wait, 
The  Holy  Ghost  receive  ; 

And,  raised  to  our  unsinning  state, 
With  God  in  Eden  live  : 

6  Live,  till  the  Lord  in  glory  come, 
And  wait  his  heaven  to  share  : 

He  now  is  fitting  up  your  home ; 
Go  on!  we'll  meet  you  there. 


346  CLASS-MEETING. 

333  CM. 

Perfect  harmooiy  and  joy  unspeakable. 

ALL  praise  to  our  redeeming  Lord, 
Who  joins  us  by  his  grace, 
And  bids  us,  each  to  each  restored, 
Together  seek  his  face. 

2  He  bids  us  build  each  other  up  ; 
And,  gather'd  into  one. 

To  our  high  calling's  glorious  hope, 
We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

3  The  gift  which  he  on  one  bestows, 
We  all  delight  to  prove  ; 

The  grace  through  every  vessel  flov/s. 
In  purest  streams  of  love. 

4  E'en  noAv  we  think  and  speak  the  same, 
And  cordially  agree  ; 

United  all,  through  Jesus'  name, 
In  perfect  harmony.     • 

5  We  all  partake  the  joy  of  one ; 
The  common  peace  we  feel ; 

A  peace  to  sensual  minds  unknown, 
A  joy  unspeakable. 

6  And  if  our  fellowship  below 
In  Jesus  be  so  sweet, 

What  height  of  rapture  shall  we  know 
When  round  his  throne  we  meet! 


CLASS-MEETING.  347 

334  c.  M. 

Safety  in  union. 

JESUS,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
To  thee  for  help  we  fly ; 
Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep, 
For  O  !  the  wolf  is  nigh. 

2  He  comes,  of  hellish  malice  full, 
To  scatter,  tear,  and  slay ; 

He  seizes  every  straggling  soul 
As  his  own  lawful  prey. 

3  Us  into  thy  protection  take. 
And  gather  with  thine  arm  ; 

Unless  the  fold  we  first  forsake, 
The  wolf  can  never  harm. 

4  We  laugh  to  scorn  his  cruel  power, 
While  by  our  Shepherd's  side  ; 

The  sheep  he  never  can  devour, 
Unless  he  first  divide. 

5  0  do  not  suflfer  him  to  part 
The  souls  that  here  agree  ; 

But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart, 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee. 

6  Together  let  us  sweetly  live. 
Together  let  us  die  ; 

And  each  a  starry  crown  receive, 
And  reign  above  the  sky. 


348  CLASS-MEETING. 

335  7s  &  63. 

The  desponding  encoxiraged, 

COME,  my  brethren,  let  us  try 
For  a  little  season. 
Every  burden  to  lay  by ; 
Come,  and  let  us  reason. 

2  What  is  this  that  casts  you  down? 
What  is  this  that  grieves  you? 

Speak,  and  let  the  worst  be  known ; 
Speaking  may  relieve  you. 

3  Christ  at  times  by  faith  I  view, 
And  it  doth  relieve  me. 

But  my  doubts  return  anew. 
They  are  those  that  grieve  me. 

4  Troubled  like  the  restless  sea, 
Feeble,  faint,  and  fearful. 

Plagued  with  every  sore  disease, 
How  can  I  be  cheerful? 

5  Think  on  what  your  Saviour  bore 
In  the  gloomy  garden, 

Sweating  blood  at  every  pore, 
To  procure  thy  pardon. 

6  View  him  nailed  to  the  tree. 
Bleeding,  groaning,  dying. 

See  !  he  sufferd  this  for  thee, 
Therefore  be  believing. 


CLASS-MEETING.  349 

336  s.  M. 

Sympathy  and  mutual  love. 

BLESS'D  be  the  tie  that  hinds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne, 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes  ; 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 

And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part. 
It  gives  us  inward  pain ; 

But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 
Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 

While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
And  sin  we  shall  be  free  ; 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 


360  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

FAMILY    WORSHIP. 


337  c.  M. 

Sunday  morning. 

LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high  : 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye  : 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 
To  plead  for  all  his  saints ; 

Presenting,  at  the  Father's  throne, 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 
The  wicked  shall  not  stand ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  Now  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 

I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteousness  ; 

Make  every  path  of  duty  straight. 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


FAMILY  WOKSHIP.  351 

338  c.  M. 

Mor7iing :  self-consecration. 

ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 
The  day  renews  the  sound ; 

Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits, 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame ; 
My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 

My  sins  might  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
But  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  O  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 
While  I  enjoy  thy  light; 

Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  peaceful  night. 

339  s.  M. 

Prayer  for  children. 

OGOD  of  Abra'm,  hear 
The  parents'  humble  cry ; 
In  cov'nant  mercy  now  appear, 
While  in  the  dust  we  lie. 


852  FAMILY  WOESHIP. 

2  These  children  of  our  love, 
In  mercy  thou  hast  given, 

That  we  thro'  grace  may  faithful  prove 
In  training  them  for  heaven. 

3  O,  grant  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Their  hearts  to  sanctify ; 

Remember  now  thy  gracious  word ; 
Our  hopes  on  thee  rely. 

4  Draw  forth  the  melting  tear, 
The  penitential  sigh ; 

Inspire  their  hearts  with  faith  sincere, 
And  fix  their  hopes  on  high. 

5  These  children  now  are  thine. 
We  give  them  back  to  thee; 

0  lead  them,  by  thy  grace  Divine, 
Along  the  heavenly  way. 

340  s.  M. 

Prayer  for  the  sicJc  one. 

TO  thee,  our  Father,  God, 
In  deep  distress  we  cry  ; 
Withhold  from  us  thy  chast'ning  rod, 

Let  not  the  sick  one  die. 
2  Here,  on  the  couch  of  pain,  ' 

The  tremWing  sufferer  lies  : 
Exert  thy  hfealing  power  again, 
And  bid  the  sick  one  rise. 


FAMILY  WOKSHIP.  353 

3  At  once,  disease  remove  ; 
At  once,  to  health  restore; 

O,  let  us  hear  thy  voice  of  love, 
"  Rise  " — "  go,  and  sin  no  more." 

4  Avert  the  fearful  blow 
That  threatens  to  destroy; 

O,  let  the  feeble  prisoner  go, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  joy* 

5  To  thee,  our  Father,  God, 
In  deep  distress  we  cry ; 

Withhold  from  us  thy  chast'ning  rod, 
Let  not  the  sick  one  die. 

341  s.  M. 

The  sick  restored. 

TEN  thousand  thanks  to  thee, 
For  all  thy  goodness.  Lord ; 
Our  bounding  hearts  rejoice  to  see 
The  sick  again  restored. 

2  O  help  us,  one  and  all, 
A  grateful  song  to  raise, 

And  consecrate  to  thee  our  all, 
Who  lengthens  out  our  days. 

3  Inspire  us  with  thy  love, 
Our  gratitude  increase  ; 

And  help  each  one  to  rise  above 
All  worldly-mindedness. 
23 


854  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

4  May  parents,  children,  all 
Unitedly  agree. 

To  heed  thy  word,  obey  thy  call, 
And  give  up  all  for  thee. 

5  Through  mercy  all  Divine, 
Around  thy  throne  we  meet; 

In  solemn  prayer  and  praise  to  join, 
A  circle,  now  complete, 

342  c.  M. 

The  Family  Bible. 

THIS  book  is  all  that^s  left  me  now  ! 
Tears  will  unbidden  start; 
With  falt'ring  lips  and  throbbing  brow, 

I  press  it  to  ray  heart  : 
For  many  generations  past 
Here  is  our  fam'ly  tree  ; 
My  mother's  hand  this  Bible  clasp'd, 
She,  dying,  gave  it  me. 

2  Ah!  well  do  I  remember  those 

Whose  names  these  records  bear ; 
Who  round  the  hearth-stone  used  to  closCj 

After  the  ev'ning  prayer, 
And  speak  of  what  these  pages  said, 

In  tones  my  heart  would  thrill ! 
Though  they  are  with  the  silent  dead, 

Here  are  they  living  still ! 


FAMILY  WOKSHIP.  355 

3  My  father  read  this  holy  book 
To  brothers,  sisters  dear  ; 

How  calm  was  my  poor  mother's  look, 
Who  loved  God's  word  to  hear. 

Her  angel  face — I  see  it  yet ! 
What  thronging  mem'ries  come ! 

Again  that  little  group  is  met 
Within  the  halls  of  home  ! 

4  Thou  truest  friend  man  ever  knew, 
Thy  constancy  I've  tried  ; 

Where  all  were  false,  I  found  thee  true, 

My  counselor  and  guide. 
The  mines  of  earth  no  treasures  give 

That  could  this  volume  buy ; 
In  teaching  me  the  way  to  live, 

It  taught  me  how  to  die. 

343  p.  M. 

Evening:  memorials  of  His  grace. 

THUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on — 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste,^ 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home : 

But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 


856  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  ; 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 

While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 

And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

344  L.  M. 

Evening :  trusting  in  God. 
r\  LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
Ur  For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me.  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

2  Forgive  me.  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  which  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  judgment-day. 

4  O  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eyelids  close  ; 
Sleep,  which  shall  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  367 

6  Lord,  let  my  soul  forever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care ; 
'Tis  heaven  on  earth,  'tis  heaven  above, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love. 


345  c.  M. 

Saturday  evening. 

O'ER  each  vanish'd  scene  of  sorrow, 
Softly  falls  oblivion's  vail ; 
And  the  dawning  of  to-morrow 
Let  me  with  devotion  hail ! 

2  Hush!   each  anxious  care  and  feeling; 
Hope  shall  charm  you  all  to  rest ; 

A  serene,  unnoticed  evening 
Wraps  creation  in  her  vest. 

3  From  this  life's  gay  scenes  retiring, 
Fairer  worlds  attract  my  sight; 

Brighter  joys,  my  heart  aspiring, 
Breathe  ineffable  delight. 

4  Faith,  her  golden  pinions  pluming. 
Boldly  springs  into  the  skies ; 

Sees  immortal  pleasures  blooming, 
Sees  an  endless  Sabbath  rise. 


358       TIMES  OF  DECLENSION 

TIMES  or  DECLENSIOI^  AND  REVIVAL. 


346  c-  M. 

The  Spirifs  quickening  poioer. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers ; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below. 

Fond  of  these  earthly  toys ; 
Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 

Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Father,  and  shall  we  ever  live 
At  this  poor  dying  rate ; 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  1 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heS,venly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


AND  EEVIVAL.  359 

347  CM. 

Dawn  of  a  revival. 

OUR  souls,  by  love  together  drawn, 
Cemented,  mix'd  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun : 
Our  hearts  have  often  burn'd  vv^ithin, 

And  glow'd  vs^ith  sacred  fire, 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  bless'd, 
And  fiU'd  the  enlarged  desire. 

A  Saviour,  let  creation  sing ; 
A  Saviour,  let  all  heaven  ring  ! 
He'^s  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours, 
His  fullness  in  our  souls  he  pours: 
^Tis  almost  done,  His  almost  o''er, 
We're  joining  those  who'' re  gone  before ; 
We  soon  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain ; 
We  wait  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 

Nor  do  we  wait  in  vain. 
A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows, 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood  ; 
0  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 

Till  all  proclaim  thee  God ! 

A  Saviour  let  creation  sing,  &c. 


360       TIMES  OF  DECLENSION 

3  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown, 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 

Proelaim'd  by  thee  thine  own, 
May  we,  a  little  band  of  love. 

We,  sinners  saved  by  grace. 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 

Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

A  Saviour  let  creation  sing,  &c. 

348  7s  &  6s. 

Times  of  revival. 

THE  morning  light  is  breaking, 
The  darkness  disappears. 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears : 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar, 
Of  nations  in  commotion. 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 
2  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us, 

In  many  a  gentle  shower. 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour. 
Each  cry  to  heaven  going. 

Abundant  answers  brings. 
And  heav'nly  gales  are  blowing, 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 


AND  EEVIVAL.  361 

3  See  heathen  nations  bending 
Before  the  God  we  love, 

And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above  : 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  Gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

4  Bless'd  river  of  salvation, 
Pursue  thy  onward  way  ; 

Flow  thou  to  every  nation. 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  ; 
Stay  not,  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 
Stay  not,  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  The  Lord  is  come. 

349  8s  &  7s. 

Zion  comforted. 

ZION,  dreary 
And  in  anguish, 
Mid  the  desert  hast  thou  stray'd  ? 
0  thou  weary. 

Cease  to  languish ! 
Jesus  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 
O  thou  loeary,  &c. 


362       TIMES  OF  DECLENSION 

2  Still  lamenting 

And  bemoaning, 
Mid  thy  follies  and  thy  woes? 
Soon,  repenting 
And  returning, 
All  thy  solitude  shall  close. 
Soon  repeyitmg,  &c. 

3  Though  benighted 

And  forsaken, 
Though  afflicted  and  distress'd ; 
His  almighty 

Arm  shall  waken ; 
Zion's  King  shall  give  thee  rest. 
His  almighty,  &c. 

4  Cease  thy  sadness, 

Unbelieving ; 
Soon  his  glory  shalt  thou  see ! 
Joy  and  gladness, 
And  thanksgiving, 
And  the  voice  of  melody. 
Joy  and  gladness,  &c. 

350  s.  M. 

For  a  revival. 

OLORD,  thy  work  revive 
In  Zion's  gloomy  hour, 
And  let  our  dying  graces  live 
By  thy  restoring  power. 


AND  REVIVAL.  363 

2  O  let  thy  chosen  few- 
Awake  to  earnest  prayer ! 

Their  covenant  again  renew, 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 

3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 
Through  lips  of  humble  clay, 

Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break — 
Till  rebels  shall  obey. 

4  Now  lend  thy  gracious  ear ; 
Now  listen  to  our  cry  ; 

0  come,  and  bring  salvation  near! 
Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 

351  7s. 

Signs  of  revival. 

SAW  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 
Little  as  a  human  hand  ? 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 
Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land. 

2  Lo  !  the  promise  of  a  shower 
Drops  already  from  above  ; 

But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 
All  the  Spirit  of  his  love. 

3  When  he  first  the  work  begun. 
Small  and  feeble  was  his  day ; 

Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run. 
Now  it  wins  its  widening  way. 


364       TIMES  OF  DECLENSION 

4  Sons  of  God,  your  Saviour  praise! 

He  the  door  hath  open'd  wide  ; 
He  hath  given  the  word  of  grace  ; 

Jesus'  word  is  glorified. 


352  4  8s  &  2  6s. 

Hevival. 

THE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 
The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  Divine 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 
And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  This  makes  the  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  to  abound. 

And  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose. 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is  ; 
Come,  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free 
To  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me ; 

Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 


AND  REVIVAL.  365 

4  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  a  shining  throne, 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high  ; 
It  comes  like  floods  we  can't  contain ; 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again. 

And  yet  for  more  we  cry. 

5  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love. 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply ; 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through 
To  living  fountains,  where  they  flow 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

6  There  we  shall  reign,  and    shout,  and 

sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring. 

When  all  the  saints  get  home  : 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there. 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

7  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansion  there  ; 
Now    here's   my    heart,    and    here's    my 

hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 


866       TIMES  OF  DECLENSION 

353  CM. 

The  Messiah's  coining  and  kingdom. 

JOY  to  the  world  ;  the  Lord  is  come ! 
Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  ;  the  Saviour  reigns ! 
Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 

While  fields,  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and 
plains. 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 
Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground : 

He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace. 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 

The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

354  L.  M. 

Star  of  Bethlehem. 

¥HEN,  marshal'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glitt'ring  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand'ring  eye. 


AND  EEVIVAL.  367 

Hark !  hark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem  : 

But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode ; 

The    storm    was    loud,    the   night   was 
dark. 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 
The   wind    that    toss'd    my    found'ring 
bark  : 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze  ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Betlilehem. 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 

And,    through    the    storm    and    danger's 
thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now,  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem. 
Forever,  and  for  evermore. 

The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 


368  DOXOLOGIES. 

DOXOLOGIES. 


PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings 
flow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Who  sweetly  all  agree 
To  save  a  world  of  sinners  lost, 
Eternal  glory  be. 


INDEX. 


THK    FIGURKS    BEFER   TO  THB   FAGE. 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have C.  Wesley  ITS 

Acquaint  thyself  quickly,  0  sinner  with 68 

Afflictions,  though  they  seem  severe JVewton  102 

A  fountain  of  life  and  of  grace C.  Wesley    44 

A  home  in  heaven  !  what  a  joyful Hunter  2S8 

Ah  !  whither  should  I  go C.  Wesley    99 

Alas  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed Watts    IT 

All  praise  to  our  redeeming  Lord C  Wesley  346 

All  yesterday  is  gone 82 

Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound Neii:ton  240 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross Watts  192 

And  am  I  onh'  born  to  die C.  Wesley  266' 

And  are  we  yet  alive C.  Wesley  842 

And  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain (7.  Wesley  114 

And  can  1  yet  delay C.  Wesley    91 

And  must  1  be  to  judgment  brought..  ..  C.  Wesley  2T2 

And  wilt  thou  yet  be  "found C.  Wesley  24T 

Angels,  from  tlie  realms  of  glory Montgomery    11 

A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief Montgo'inery    35 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise C.  Wesley  123 

Asleep  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep. Maclcay  252 

At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home Tojjlady    42 

At  Jacob's  well  a  stranger  sought 32 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays Medley  23T 

Awake,  my  soul!  stretch  every  xict\q., Doddridge  206 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound Ockum  116 

Away*  my  unbelieving  fear  I O.  Wesley  154 

Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear. O.  Wesley  280 

A  weak  and  weary  dove Dowllng  243 

Begone,  unbelief!  my  Savour  is  near. Newton  130 

Be  it  my  only  wisdom  here G.  Wesley  14T 

Bei.eath  our" feet  and  o'er  our  head Heber    74; 

Be  the  little  ones  instructed 839 

Bleeding  hearts,  defiled  by  sin 66 

Bless'd  be  the  tie  that  binds Faxccett  349 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow C.  Wesley    46 

24 


37t)  INDEX. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning.  Eeber    12 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill ' Reber  340 

By  faith  I  see  my  Saviour  dying 48 

By  thy  birth,  and  by  thy  tears Grant    98 

Calm  Sabbath  eve'  how  bless'd  the  hour 301 

Child  amid  the  flowers  at  play 3frs.  Remans  183 

Childhood  and  youth,  how  vain  they  seem 338 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow Rastings    67 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King. Cennick  196 

Christians,  brethren,  ere  we  part. ..  ..R.  K.  WMte  804 

Christian!  see  the  orient  morning Cleland  32] 

Christian  !  toiling  for  the  prize Burleigh  226 

Come,  and  let  us  SAveetly  join C.  Wesley  176 

Come  away  to  the  skies C.  Wesley  172 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove Watts  358 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast Jones    85 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue . .  J.  Wesley  146 

Come,  my  brethren,  let  us  try 348 

Come,  my  fond  flutt'ring  heart Jane  Taylor  108 

Come,  my  Eedeemer,  come lieed  160 

Come,  O  thou  Traveler  unknown .0.  Wesley  189 

Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress C.  Wesley  152 

Come,  Saviour  Jesus,'  from  above J.  Wesley  158 

Come,  sinners,  to  the  Gospel  feast C.  Wesley    45 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing Rohinson  175 

Come,  'tis  Jesus'  invitation 68 

Come,  ye  disconsolate Moore    50 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  nee4y Rart    64 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord Watts  174 

Daughter  ofZion,  awake  from  thy 823 

Deal  gently  with  the  lowly 141 

Delay  not,'  delay  not,  0  sinner Hastings    70 

Delightful  work,  young  souls  to  win..  ..Straphan  838 

Depth  of  mercy !  can  there  be C.  Wesley  109 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep Beddome  104 

Disown'd  by  Heaven,  by  man  oppress'd S22 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord Doddridge  125 

Down  from  the  willow  bough Mrs.  Southey    24 

Drooping  souls,  no  longer  grieve 86 

Dying  souls,  fast  bound  in  sin 84 

Encamp'd  by  the  waters  of  suffering  and 193 


INDEX.  3Y1 

Fair  shines  the  morning  star Montgomery    54 

Faith  is  the  Christian's  prop 133 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee Coicper  181 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone . .  Watts  800 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee C.  Wesley  110 

Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be 0.  Wesley  157 

Forever  with  tlio  Lord Montgomery  289 

Friend  after  friend  departs Montgomery  265 

From  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain 308 

From  every  earthly  pleasure 232 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows Stowell  297 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains Heber   313 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night Keivn  356 

Go  thou  in  life's"  fair  morning 57 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane Montgomery  217 

Go  watch  and  pray,  thou  canst  not  tell 81 

Go  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet 30 

Go,  ye  messengers  of  God Marsden  330 

Gracious  Eedeemer,  shake G.  Wesley  245 

Great  God,  with  heart  and  tongue Fawcett  336 

Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah Oliver  200 

Hail !  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  Binds Sntton  150 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed Montgomery    39 

Hark!  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices Kelly    37 

Hark!  the  notes  of  angels  singing Kelly  168 

Hark !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy Francis    21 

Hark !  what  cry  arrests  my  ear  ? Sutton    316 

Hark !  what  mean  those  holy  voices Caiuood    10 

Hark!  what  mean  those  lamentations Cawood  319 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time Lyte    331 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise T.  Scott    71 

Head  of  the  Church  triumphant C.  Wesley  145 

Hear,  O  sinner !  mercv  hails  you Eeed    82 

Help,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly C.  Wesley  219 

Here  o'er  the  eartli  as  a  stranger Ainstcortk  197 

Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness 42 

Holy  Spirit,  Fount  of  blessing 41 

How  bless'd  the  Sabbath  Evening Miss  FMllips  298 

How  charming  is  the  place Stev  nett  302 

How  firm  a  foundation,  j'e  saints Kirkham  241 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace C.  Wesley  151 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot 202 

How  happy  the  sorrowful  man C.  Wesley  812 


372 


INDEX. 


How  helpless  nature  lies 9 

How  lost  was  D17  condition Newton    31 

How  lovely  the  place  where  the  Saviour 302 

How  oft  this  wretched  heart Mrs.  Steele  248 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight Swain  126 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  a  while Kelly  310 

How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys 2S8 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours I^euion  133 

Hush,  my  heart,  each  sad  repining 143 

If  on  a  quiet  sea 207 

I  have  sought  round  the  verdant , earth 95 

I  have  started  fur  Canaan,  must  1 S.  Ifoyt  199 

I  left  the  God  of  truth,  of  light Montgomery  246 

Hove  thy  kingdom.  Lord Dicighf  307 

Hove  to" steal  a  while  away Mrs.  Brovm  299 

I'm  a  lonely  traveler  here 201 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger 203 

In  age  and  feebleness  extreme C.  Wenley  223 

In  answer  to  ten  thousand  prayers O.  Wesley  118 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight Isfeu'ton    21 

I  want  a  heart  to  pray C.  Wef<ley  144 

I  want  a  principle  Avithin C.  Wexley  182 

Iwould  not  live  alway Mulilenlerg  260 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 275 

Jesus,  at  thy  command Toplady  208 

Jesus,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow C  Weslty  344 

Jesus,  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep C.  Wesley  347 

Jesus  hath  died  that  I  might  live G.  Wesley  164 

Jesus,  I  fain  would  walk  in  thee 188 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken Grant  112 

Jesus  is  our  common  Lord C.  Wtsley  134 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye C.  Wesley  101 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  sou! C.  Wesley    28 

Jesus  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone >.  Cenrtick  117 

Jesus,  mV  Lord,  attend <7.   Wesley  135 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun Watts  318 

Jesus,  the  name  high  over  all C.   Wesley    32 

Jesus,  thine  all  victorious  love C.   Wesley  157 

Jesus,  thy  far-extended  fame C.  Wesley    27 

Jesus,  united  by  thy  grace C  Wesley  341 

Jesus,  we  look  to  thee C.  Wesley  343 

Jesus,  while  onr  hearts  are  bleeding 142 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  I  move 137 

Joy  to  the  -world,  the  Lord  is  come Watts  366 


INDEX.  373 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend Watts    44 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak Watts  218 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue Newton  229 

Lift  up  your  hearts  to  things  above O.  Wesley  845 

Lift  your  heads,  ye  friends  of  Jesus C.  Wesley  273 

Lo!  He  eoines,  with  clouds  descending..  G.  Wesley  270 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  nock  of  land 0.  Wesley  264 

Lord,  how  secure  and  bless'd  are  they Watts  120 

Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains C.    Wesley  161 

Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal C,  Wesley    90 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear Watts  350 

Liord,  we  are  vile,  conceived  in  sin Watts      7 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling G.  Wesley  166 

Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 25 

May  every  pagan  knee 312 

May  we  who  teach  the  rising  race 335 

Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations Kelly  332 

Merey^  0  thou  son  of  David Neicton  107 

Mid  scenes  of  affliction,  with  sorrow 278 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints..   286' 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so Watts  242 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love W<itts  136 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys Watts  139 

My  rest  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here Lyte  214 

My  Saviour,  can  1  follow  thee 210 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard Heath  191 

My  souFs  full  glory,  inspiring  my 290 

Night  wraps  the  land  where  Jesus  spoke 325 

Now  the  Saviour  standeth  pleading 87 

O  cease  !  my  wandering  soul 94 

O  come  in  life's  gay  morning 56 

O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth Medley    26 

O'er  each  vanish'd  scene  of  sorrow .'...„..   357 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness . .  Mrs.  Williams  320 

Of  him  who  did  salvation  bring, C,  Wesley    19 

0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God Cowper  248 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God C.  Wesley  159 

0  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing. C.  Wesley  167 

0  God  of  Abraham,  hear 351 

O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love G.  Wesley  168 

O  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy 118 

0  how  happy  axe  they G.   Wesley  115 


374  INDEX. 

O  Jesus,  delight  of  my  soul 96 

O  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh 295 

O  Lord,  thy  work  revive Hastings  862 

O  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art C.  Wesley  127 . 

O  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness Fmccett  218 

Once  more,  my  soul,  thie  rising  day Watts  851 

One  there  is,  above  all  others..  ,, ITexcton    59 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  st^nd Stennett  292 

On  the  mountain's  top  appeawn'g Kelly  319 

Onward,  onward,  men  of  heaven ..  J/>'S.  Sigoumey  833 

O  send  the  .word  divine ? L.  £.  Heed    317 

O  tell  me,  thou  life  and  delisht  of 229 

O  that  I  could  repent C.  Wesley    97 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone C.  Wesley  156 

O  there  will  be  mourning 271 

O  thou  God  of  my  salvation O.  Wesley  170 

O  Thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul. Swain    33 

O  Thou  thatbearest  x>rayer 48 

0  thou  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear. ..  ..  ..Moore  216 

O  turn  ye,  0  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye  die 73 

Our  souls,  by  love  together  drawn Miller  859 

O  when  shall  I.see  Jesus 148 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found Montgomery    72 

0,  who,  in  such  a  world  as  this Monigonnet^  149 

Parting  soul,  the  flood  awaits  thee Edmeston  255 

People  of  the  hving  God Mooitgomery    97 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair Watts    16 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow Kenn  368 

Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey.__ HaH  300 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire  —  Montgoinery  809 
Prostrate  at  Jesus'  feet Stennett  106 

Eejoice,  the  Lord  is  king G.  Wesley  171 

Religion  is  a  glorious  treasure 231 

Eetiirn,  O  wanderer,  return Collyer    68 

Eock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me Toplady    93 

Eoll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean 815 

Salvation !  O  the  .joyful  sound Watts    50 

Saviour,  hear  us  through  thy  merit 179 

Saviour,  while  my  heart  is  "tender 61 

Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise G.  Wesley  363 

Say,  dost  thou  mark  that  beaming  eye 121 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within Eyde    79 


INDEX.  375 

See  that  heathen  mother  stand Mrs.  Brown  832 

See  the  lovely,  blooming  flower Wakefield  236 

Shed  not  a  tear  o'er  your  friend's  early  bier 256 

Show  pity,  Lord,  0  Lord,  forgive Watts  105 

Since  man  by  sin  has  lost  his  God 224 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard Fawcett    76 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? C.  Wesley    60 

Sinners,  will  vou  scorn  the  message? Allen    75 

Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely. S.  F.  Smith  259 

Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray S.  F,  Smith  808 

Solomn  scene,  though  fnll  of  blessing..  C.  O.  Bedell  254 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises Cowper  234 

Son  of  God,  thy  blessing  grant '....C.  Wesley  180 

Soon  we  shall  see,  shall  see  the  glorious 268 

Speak  gently ;  it  is  better  far Bates  140 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay G.   Wesley  111 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer!  sweet  hour Walford  186 

Sweet  is  the  prayer  whose  holy  stream 179 

Sweet  is  the  scene  where 3L'S.  Barbauld,  253 

Sweet  Sabbath  school,  place  dear  to  me  Kennaday  837 
Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. . . .  .RoMnson    20 

Tarry  with  me,  0  my  Saviour 221 

Ten  thousand  thanks  to  thee A.  Hill  353 

That  warning  voice,  O  sinner,  hear Hastings    78 

The  bird  that  soars  on  hishest  wing 129 

The  child!  the  child  !  the  kind  old  prophet  said . .  261 

The  hireling,  weary  of  his  load 258 

The  long-lost  son,  with  streaming  eyes 100 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes 364 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  ;  he  makes  me 180 

The  Lord  is  the  fountain  of  goodness 235 

The  morning  light  Is  breaking 8.  F.  Smith  360 

The  pearl  that  worldlings  covet 225 

The  praying  spirit  breathe G-  Wesley  177 

The  Prince  of  salvation  in  triumph  \^..S.  F.  Smith    40 

The  sound  of  salvation  is  echoed  afar 824 

The  voice  of  free  gi-ace  cries  escape Thurshy    52 

The  world  hath  one  sweet  resting-place. 263 

The  world  their  fancied  pearl  may  crave 223 

There  is  a  fountain  fiU'd  with  blood Gowper    23 

There  is  a  happy  land 279 

There  is  a  holier  clime  than  ours 274 

There  is  aholy  city 281 

There  is  a  home Miss  Phillips  276 


376  INDEX. 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest Tappan  277 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight Watts  282 

There  is  a  place  of  waveless  rest Turribxtll  294 

There  is  a  region  lovelier  far 291 

There  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale Mrs.  Opie  169 

They  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the 327 

This  book  is  all  that's  left  me  now 354 

This  may  be  thy  latest  call Wakfifidd    S3 

This,  tills  is  the  God  we  adore ^Hart  133 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show 21oore  238 

This  world's  not  all  a  fleeting  show 239 

This  world  is  poor  from  shore  to  shore 2iels&n  296 

Though  troubles  assail ;.  ..Newton  181 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave Eeher  251 

Thou  great  mysterious  God  unknown. . .  C.  Wesley  119 
Thou  Son  of  God,  whose  flaming  eyes . .  C\  Wesley  305 

Thou  sweet-gliding  Kedron Marie  de  Fleury    15 

Thou  who  didst  with  love Jane  Taylor  335 

Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on Watts  355 

Thy  ceaseless,  unexhausted  love C.  Wesley    55 

Thy  mercy  heard  my  infant  prayer Grant  220 

'Tis  built  on  a  rock,  and  the  tempest Marsden  314 

'Tis  religion  that  can  give 236 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls 69 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 868 

To  leave  m v  dear  friends,  and  with 184 

To  thee,  our  Father,  God A.  Hill  852 

Up,  Christian,  up >  806 

Yain  are  all  terrestrial  pleasures Ford  233 

Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear. .... Hart    80 

Voyager  on  life's  troubled  sea .'.  ...llsley  209 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night Bowring  329 

We  are  trav'ling  home  to  heaven  above 62 

We  journey  through  a  vale  of  tears Barton  205 

Welcome,  welcome,  bless'd  Redeemer 105 

What  now  is  my  object  and  aim —  C.  Wesley  165 

What  seraph-like  music. 31rs.  Plummer  254 

What  sound  is  this?  a  song  through Lovell  227 

What's  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon 256 

What  various  hind'rances  we  meet Couper  807 

When  burden'd  is  my  breast 92 

When  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer 211 


INDEX.  377 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear Watts  356 

When  laarslialVl  on  the  nightly  plain.. ^.  ^.  White  124 

When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see Montgomery    18 

When  shall  thy  love  constrain C.  Wesley    88 

When  shall  we  meet  again 285 

When  the  spark  of  life  is  waning 261 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 18T 

When  torn  is  the  bosom  of  sorrow  or  care 190 

While  here  I  sit T  •  •  ^5? 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light Dwight     i  T 

While  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness  to  rest 13 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger 195 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  king Watts  122 

Why  sinks  my  soul  desponding 89 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace Watts    29 

While  dead  in  trespasses  I  lie 8 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men Boden    65 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  hear C.  Wesley  162 

Yes,  my  native  land  !  I  love  thee S.  F.  Smith  326 

Ye  wretched,  starving  poor Steele    51 

Zion,  arise  and  shine •  •  311 

Zion,  dreary  and  in  anguish 861 


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Rev.  Dr.  Adams,  at  the  Broadway  Tabernacle. 
"  To  get,  to  keep,  to  give."  With  a  Portrait. 
Edited  by  W.  P.  Strickland,  D.  D. 

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A  most  interesting  and  instructive  volume.  The 
claims  of  systematic  benevolence  are  forcibly  urged. 
The  wants  of  Ireland  are  set  forth  with  great  elo- 
quence. The  speech  of  Dr.  Adams  is  refreshing,  ema- 
nating as  it  does  from  an  eminent  divine  in  one  Church 
advocating  a  great  evangelical  enterprise  in  another 
communion.— Southern  Christian  Advocate. 


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Preaching  Required  hy  the  Times. 

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Reminiscences  and  Illustrations  of  Methodist 
Preaching,  including  Rules  for  Extemporane- 
ous Preaching,  and  Characteristic  Sketches  of 
Olin,  Fisk,  Bascom,  Cookman,  Summerfield, 
and  other  noted  Extemporaneous  Preachers. 
By  Abel  Stevens. 

12mo.,  pp.266 $0  65 

A  Model  for  Men  of  Business; 

Or,  the  Christian  Layman  contemplated  among 
his  Secular  Occupations.  Revised  and  Modi- 
fied from  the  Lectures  of  Rev.  Hxtgh  Stotvell, 
M.  A.,  Incumbent  of  Christ  Church,  Salford. 
With  an  Introduction,  by  Rev.  D.  Cuery. 
16mo.,  pp.  322 $0  35 

Harry  Budd; 

Or,  the  History  of  an  Orphan  Boy.  Beautifully 
Illustrated,  and  designed  as  a  Gift-Book  for 
the  Holidays. 

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This  is  decidedly  the  htst  hook  of  its  class  we  have  ever 
read.  The  Orphan's  storj^  has  nothing  of  the  mar- 
velous in  it,  yet  it  is  so  conducted  as  to  impress — 
indelibly  impress— the  most  instructive  lessons  of 
religion— true  evangelical  piety  in  its  most  de- 
lightful form — on  the  heart  and  conscience ;  so  to 
direct  the  life  and  secure  the  great  end  of  our  be- 
ing ;  so  to  worship  and  serve  God  as  to  obtain  his 
favor  here  and  eternal  life  at  his  hand  in  the 
■world  which  is  to  come.— J>r.  Bond. 


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Porter'' s  Comjyend.  of  Methodism. 

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and  well-earned  reputation.  The  fact  that  our 
bishops  have  placed  it  on  the  course  of  study  for 
preachers,  must  commend  it  to  all  Methodists,  as 
a  most  reliable  history.  It  presents  an  exhibit  of 
Methodism  in  all  countries,  giving  a  faithful  de- 
scription of  all  the  branches  of  the  great  Meth- 
odist family.  It  also  shows  the  points  of  agree- 
ment and  difference  between  the  Methodist  and 
other  Churches,  both  in  regard  to  doctrine  and 
Church  government,  bringing  out  clearly  the  dis- 
tinctive features  of  the  M.  E.  Church. 

Hor)ie  Truths. 

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ham,  England. 

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Seldom  has  a  book  been  issued  from  the  English 
press  more  vigorous  with  mental  and  moral  vital- 
ity. It  pretends  to  nothing  recondite,  though  it 
treats  often  of  sulatle  subjects;  but  it  is  pregnant 
with  pithy  thought,  and  there  is  a  naturalness,  an 
aptness,  a  freshness  and  fullness  in  its  thoughts 
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fective volume.  Its  fervid  earnestness,  though 
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tious eloquence  that  sways  the  reader's  mind  and 
heart  irresistibly,  and  bears  him  along  from  page 
to  page,  as  by  a  sort  of  fascination.  Its  subjects 
are  not  only  illustrated,  and  often  in  the  happiest 
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tenderly  sincere  and  solicitous,  so  increasingly  em- 
phatic as  you  pass  from  paragraph  to  paragraph, 
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Daniel    Verified  in  History   and 

Chronology.  Showing  the  Complete  Fulfillment 
of  all  his  Prophecies  relating  to  Civil  Affairs, 
before  the  close  of  the  Fifth  Century.  By 
A.  M.  OsBOX,  D.  D. 

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As  the  result  of  much  patient  study,  Dr.  Osbon  has 
here  given  us  new  and  striking  views  of  that  por- 
tion of  Holy  Writ  to  which  his'atteution  has  been 
specially  directed.  His  positions  are  antagonistic 
to  those  of  all  previous  expositors  with  which  we 
are  acquainted.  He  states  them  clearly  and  forci- 
bly, yet  with  becoming  modesty ;  and  meets  the 
objections  to  his  theory  with  arguments  not  easily 
refuted.— CAris.  Adv.  and  Jour. 

The  Lam^  and  the  Lantern^ 

Or,  Light  for  the  Tent  and  the  Traveler.  By 
James  Hamiltox,  D.  D. 

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A  series  of  eloquent  lectures  and  essays,  mostly  hor- 
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nected with  the  reading  and  propagation  of  the 
Bible. 

Terryporal  Power  of  the  Poj>e. 

Containing  the  Speech  of  the  Hon.  Joseph  R. 
Chandler,  delivered  in  the  House  of  Repre- 
sentatives of  the  United  States,  January  11, 
1855.  With  Nine  Letters,  stating  the  ^jrevail- 
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of  Papal  Writers.   By  John  M'Clintock,  D.  D. 

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liam P.  Stricklakd,  D.  D. 

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This  work  is  divided  into  nine  parts,  treating  sever- 
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cal Exegesis.  Biblical  Analysis,  Biblical  Archaeolo- 
gy, Biblical  Ethnography,  Biblical  History,  Biblical 
Chronology,  and  Biblical  Geography.  This  enu- 
meration will  suffice  to  show  the  extent  of  the 
range  of  topics  embraced  in  this  volume.  Of 
course  they  are  treated  summarilj- ;  but  the  very 
design  of  the  author  was  to  prepare  a  compendious 
•manual,  and  he  has  succeeded  excellently. — Mdh- 
odist  Quarterly  Review. 

Gold  and  the  Gosjpel. 

Prize  Essays  on  the  Scriptural  Duty  of  Giving  in 
Proportion  to  Means  and  Income.  With  an 
Introduction  by  Rev.  Jesse  T.  Peck,  D.  D. 

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Stoughton^s  Lights  of  the  World. 

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Character,  drawn  from  the  Records  of  Chris- 
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It  contains  twelve  sketches  of  eminent  men — not, 
indeed,  complete  biographies,  or  even  "full-length 
portraits  of  *heir  spiritual  excellence  ;"  but  each 
set  forth  in  narrative  and  description  for  the  pur- 
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By  Eev.  Abel  Stevexs,  A.  M. 

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The  first  part  of  this  work  is  an  outline  of  the  con- 
troversy on  Church  Government  in  general,  pre- 
senting the  views  of  our  own  Church  on  the  sub- 
ject, and  the  authorities  which  support  them  ;  the 
second  part  contains  a  discussion  of  the  origin  of 
our  own  system ;  the  third  is  an  examination  of  its 
structure,  explaining  and  defending  its  chief  feat- 
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Or,  the  Spiritual  and  Permanent  Character  of 
the  Abrahamic  Covenant.  By  the  Rev.  Sam- 
uel Geegg. 

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this  little  volume  an  end  of  the  controversy  on  the 
subject  of  the  right  of  the  children  of  believing 
parents  to  Church  Membership.  The  arguments 
of  the  writer  are  drawn  from  the  Scriptures  of  the 
Old  and  New  Testaments,  fairly  taken  and  inter- 
preted. The  analysis  is  perfect,  the  premises  sure, 
the  inferences  logical,  the  conclusions  containing 
no  more  than  the  premises  warrant.  .  .  .  "We 
confidently  commend  the  book  to  all  who  have  any 
doubts  on  the  subject  of  infant  baptism. — Chr. 
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